Ying Xue looked at him in disbelief. "What?"
Lu Jinchen stared at the two of them. The man who betrayed his mother and the woman who replaced her. He couldn't help but think of his mother, who had cried herself to sleep. Her heartbroken face flashed through his mind, and his chest burned with rage.
He let out a cold, bitter laugh. "You chose this stupid woman over my mother? What a joke. Honestly, you really deserve a round of applause. No, an award."
"Jinchen!" Lu Junhan snapped, his voice low and threatening. "She is my wife. You will speak to her with respect."
"Oh, now mistresses demand respect too?" Lu Jinchen shot back with a mocking smirk. "Sorry, my mother never taught me how to bow down to women who steal other people's husbands."
