Zhu Ri stared at me.
Her soft, ethereal features contorted in shock. The silence in my office was thick with disbelief. I got her right where I wanted her.
Like a perfectly aimed dagger twisting in an old wound.
Her shock quickly morphed into fury. Color flooded her pale cheeks, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides. Who knew she had this violent side?
"How dare you?" she hissed, her voice losing its melodic softness, sharpening into something brittle and shrewish. "How dare you question my son's paternity!"
I would do it again, to be honest.
She continued. "You think because you tricked Yichen into this ridiculous marriage, you have the right to insult me?"
I remained perfectly calm, taking another slow sip of the lukewarm ginger tea. I gave her a warm smile, but she was panicking. That I could see.
