Pei Fengzhi received Chen Xingxue's pleading gaze and slowly sat up straight.

As Chen Xingxue watched his subtle movements, the light of hope in her eyes grew stronger.

Pei Fengzhi, perhaps deep down he still has some feelings for me?

Even if it's not a lot, we've known each other for so many years, haven't we?

But the next second, Pei Fengzhi's words struck Chen Xingxue like a bolt from the blue, leaving her mind blank.

“If you’re unhappy, don’t force yourself. Let Jiang Yinglin do whatever you want, without considering my feelings. This is your right as my wife.”

Chen Xingxue blurted it out in a hoarse voice.

"Ninth Madam, no! Please spare Xue Lan! She's only 19 years old, she's still a child!"

Ye Ningwan gave a cold, curving smile.

"At 19, he is already fully criminally responsible under the law. Is he still a child?"

“Miss Chen, excessive pampering is not an excuse, but a sin. Chen Xuelan should pay the price for everything she has done. You don’t need to morally blackmail me!”

Ye Ningwan turned her gaze to Pei Fengzhi and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Dismiss Chen Xuelan. Report her insults and defamation against me today to the school and let the school handle it. Ninth Master, none of your companies will hire this person again."

Chen Xingxue's face turned deathly pale, and it felt as if a mushroom cloud had suddenly exploded in her mind.

All her voices were stuck in her throat; she wanted to speak, but couldn't utter a single sound.

Thump.

Unexpectedly, Chen Xingxue knelt down in front of Pei Fengzhi, grabbed his arm, and wept bitterly.