The lights in the Song residence were harsh and bright, throwing long shadows across the marble floor.
Song Zhiyuan's hand came down hard on the table. "Do you have any idea what you've done?"
The echo lingered, sharp with anger. Across from him, Song Qingwan flinched. Her eyes were rimmed red, her cheeks streaked faintly from tears hastily wiped away.
"I didn't mean for it to happen," she whispered. The once-prideful princess of the Song family was no longer radiant—only small beneath the weight of her own mistake.
"Didn't mean for it to happen?" Song Zhiyuan scoffed. His voice was sharp, every syllable a blade. "Stealing confidential data for An Yanming?"
His hand slammed against the table once more, the sound ringing through the living room like a final verdict.
"You were careless," he said coldly. "You couldn't even cover your tracks. Now the entire city knows you betrayed your own engagement for a man."
