Hearing what Jing Yiran said, Shangguan Ning stiffened. She stopped in her steps.
She turned around and asked in astonishment, "What did you say?"
Seeing that Shangguan Ning finally responded to his words, Jing Yiran's mood suddenly improved. It seemed that the wound on his face wasn't that painful any more.
He whistled proudly and his amorous eyes twinkled. "Your husband's property has shrunk to half of its size, and he will soon become a total hobo! So, would you consider remarrying? I won't mind a second-hand woman!"
Shangguan Ning looked at Jing Yiran's proud face and then at Jing Yichen's pale one. He was holding her hand tightly enough to crush it.
Was he furious? Or was he… scared of losing her?
Her hand hurt, but Shangguan Ning's heart ached more – for Jing Yichen.
He had a weak sense of security compared to her, and he loved her deeply.
