When Xiao Chengyi heard these words, he was stunned for a moment, his face turning pale as paper.
His fingers clenched tight, a dry smile appearing at the corners of his mouth. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "Choosing a husband? Aunt, you must be joking. Ruoxi has always had me in her heart. There's a misunderstanding between us, which I've already explained and apologized for."
Zhen'er's complexion was even paler than Xiao Chengyi's. From the moment he addressed Lin as "Aunt," her heart began to sink.
The promises of loyalty and eternal love now seemed to her like a cruel joke.
He still harbored fantasies about Shen Ruoxi, so what was she to him?
Had she truly married the wrong man?
Before Lin could speak, Zhen'er couldn't help but question harshly, "Xiao Chengyi, what exactly do you mean?"
The words Shen Ruoxi had once said echoed in her ears: Chengyi could abandon her, and he could abandon you too, Ning Zhen'er!
