"Pei Minghan, don't forget! Ye Ningwan is married now! She's your ninth aunt, and I'm your fiancée!"

Ye Ruoxin's scream was like a sharp sword, piercing through the last veil of modesty between the two.

Pei Minghan's disappointment was undeniable.

He has always liked gentle and dignified women, preferably those who can cling to him like a dodder vine, giving him a sense of male dignity and authority, making him feel as if he is her everything.

That's how Ye Ruoxin once stole Pei Minghan away from Ye Ningwan.

Over the years, Pei Minghan has heard many rumors about Ye Ruoxin and has gradually realized that Ye Ruoxin is not what he imagined.

But every time she was in front of him, Ye Ruoxin would appear weak and helpless.

He couldn't help but soften when she cried.

But it wasn't until Pei Minghan saw Ye Ruoxin holding a knife, looking menacing, that all the illusions she had of her were completely shattered.

He stopped Ye Ruoxin from rushing forward again and grabbed her wrist.

"Ye Ruoxin, look at yourself! My fiancée? Do you even have the demeanor of a future young mistress of the Pei family?"

Ye Ruoxin looked up at Pei Minghan with tears streaming down her face.

"What did you say? How could you talk to me like that!"

No matter how well Pei Minghan pretends in front of outsiders, he is ultimately a man who cannot tolerate his woman going against him.

As soon as Ye Ruoxin spoke, Pei Minghan's face immediately turned cold, and his voice was icy and full of warning.

"Ye Ruoxin, if you continue to embarrass yourself like this, I can replace you anytime!"