"You are a member of the Chen family. It's no wonder that you did those things to force me to date you and be your boyfriend?" Luo Xionghua said hatefully.

"You are so arrogant! I am the legitimate daughter of the Chen family. Do I need to use such despicable means to find a boyfriend? I am pursuing you a little too closely, but you don't think about it. I come from a prominent family. My appearance is the most beautiful even in the whole Magic City. How can being your girlfriend be a loss to your face? You have repeatedly refused to date me, but you have been secretly spying on me. Aren't you just waiting for me to take the initiative to find you?" Chen Xirong glanced at her husband with a sneer on her face.

She turned and said bitterly, "It's a shame that I waited until I married you to discover you're a hypocrite. You're a strong male chauvinist, but you refuse to admit it. You always like to do dirty things in secret, but you say high-sounding words."

Luo Xionghua wanted to speak to defend himself, but Chen Xirong pointed a dinner knife at him, preventing him from speaking.

"When you rejected me back then, you were so hesitant, wasn't it just because you wanted to let your parents know that a legitimate daughter of a big family in Shanghai wanted to be your girlfriend, so as to raise your status in their eyes? If you really don't want to marry me, you can just be more resolute. A proud person like me will naturally not bother you anymore." Chen Xirong's regret was beyond words at this moment.

"You won't pester me? Ridiculous! You ran from Shanghai to Jianlin to threaten my parents, asking them to force me to marry you. Isn't that worse than pestering me?" With Li Yiming as a bodyguard by his side, Luo Xionghua's tone was firm.

His words seemed to have touched Chen Xirong's sore spot. She suddenly handed the dinner knife in her left hand to her right hand. With a flash of golden light, the tip of the knife pierced Luo Xionghua's face.

Luo Xionghua didn't move, mainly because he had no time to hide. But he had Li Yiming by his side.

Li Yiming's right hand had been covered with a silver glove, tightly grasping the golden table knife. "Madam, please let go!" he said apologetically to Chen Xirong.

Chen Xirong let go of the knife nonchalantly. With Li Yiming around, she could only pretend to express her anger, having only practiced health-preserving exercises. If she really wanted to hurt Luo Xionghua, she would have treated him like a steamed chicken.

"You made me pregnant with Xiaochan. If I don't look for your parents, should I look for my dad? Or my brother? Aren't you afraid that you will be drowned in the river that night?" Chen Xirong had a look of hatred on her face, as if she regretted coming to Jianlin City in the first place.