Meng Xueyun's face turned ashen with anger. She turned sharply to look at Ye Zhenghua and pinched his arm hard.

"You said these things to her? Ye Zhenghua, do you have no conscience at all?!"

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his arm, Ye Zhenghua waved his hands repeatedly and explained incoherently.

"No, no! She made it all up! I never said anything like that!"

Meng Xueyun didn't believe him and pinched him again.

"That's not true? You said the same thing at the hospital yesterday. How did she know?"

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it, Ye Zhenghua could only stammer, "I just... I just argued with you and got angry, so I complained to her a bit. Don't you do the same thing? When you're angry with me, you just yell at me. Isn't that normal? But believe me, I really have nothing to do with her!"

Huang Qiaoling sneered, interrupting him.

"Nothing? Ye Zhenghua, you held my hand and said you had me in your heart! Do you dare deny it?"

"What?! They even held hands?!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Xueyun completely erupted, letting out a hysterical roar.

"Ye Zhenghua! Didn't you say you hadn't even touched her hand? How many more things are you lying to me about?!"

"We just...we just touched hands! It was an accident, nothing else happened!" He pointed at Huang Qiaoling and said viciously, "She's a complete liar! She's clearly been married, but she pretends to be single, raising such a grown daughter! Can you trust someone like that?"

Meng Xueyun was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

She stared into Ye Zhenghua's eyes and asked, word by word, "You mean, if she had never been married and didn't have a daughter, you...you would be with her?"