He Jitang finished asking.
He took out the diamond ring from the velvet box.
This diamond ring originally belonged to the British royal family; he had used every means to acquire it.
Never did he expect to offer it to a promiscuous woman.
He Jitang sneered.
He tossed the ring along with the box into the trash can.
Lin Xianni was stunned.
Cradling her clothes, she muttered to herself: "I don't believe you've stopped loving me."
She knelt and shuffled a few steps forward, still trying to seduce him with her body.
At that moment, the door creaked open.
Little Ci'an, wearing a nightgown and clutching a small pillow, came in.
The winter night was bitterly cold.
As soon as little Ci'an entered, he burrowed into He Jitang's embrace, about to act spoiled, but then he saw a disheveled woman kneeling on the ground.
This was a woman He Ci'an had seen before.
At her aunt's doorstep, she had stopped a car.
Why was she in Dad's study?
