Tang Xuewu pursed her lips and hesitated for a long moment, her tone tinged with a hint of pleading.
"Not intervene? Fine," Wang Ming no longer bothered to hide his intentions, snorting coldly. "As long as you marry me and cut all ties with him."
"No!" Tang Xuewu flatly refused in a stern voice.
"Xuewu, with me, you would be the esteemed Mrs. Wang, no longer some young woman slaving away for her family. What can this good-for-nothing bring you other than being a burden?"
Clenching his teeth, Wang Ming declared loudly, "On September 19th, at the Tang Family's fiftieth-anniversary celebration, I will give you a magnificent gift. Then you will truly understand my heart."
With that, Wang Ming shot a disdainful glare at Qin Long. "I can bring you power and prestige, something this loser can never give you."
Wang Ming then led his injured guards away, huffing with rage.
