Fei Ruyan staggered back a step, stunned by Lu Junhan's words. Her heart pounded in her chest, her ears ringing as if the world had gone silent around her.
Intimate pictures? With different men?
What the hell was he talking about?
She stared at him, her voice shaking with fury. "You're lying."
Lu Junhan shook his head slowly. "No, I'm not. Ying Xue has those pictures. I've seen them."
"Then they're fake!" she snapped, her voice cracking. "They must be fabricated! I never slept with any man apart from you!"
"I know," he said quickly, lifting his hands in a calming gesture. "I believe you, Ruyan. But the pictures… they're real. They aren't photoshopped. I checked. I had someone verify them."
Fei Ruyan's breath caught in her throat. Her hands trembled as she clutched her coat tighter around her. "So what are you trying to say, Junhan?" Her voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "That I'm a loose woman who goes around sleeping with different men behind my husband's back?"
