With that, Chen Wanyue caught Zhao Jing off guard and bolted.
"Since this is the kind of people you are, I'm washing my hands of your family's affairs from now on! Even if Auntie dies, don't expect me to shed a single tear."
Even someone as good-tempered as Mrs. Zhao was infuriated by Chen Wanyue.
She told her son not to give chase and to just let her go, but she couldn't help fuming, "Wanyue has always had her flaws, but I just chalked it up to childish tantrums and let it slide. But this time… how could she say such infuriating things for no reason at all? My chest… it feels so tight now, it hurts."
Hearing this, Zhao Jing was instantly on high alert. "Mother, is your chest hurting because Chen Wanyue angered you, or was it already hurting while you were busy with the wedding preparations?"
"It just started hurting now. It didn't hurt before."
Zhao Jing was still unconvinced. He asked again and again before Mrs. Zhao finally admitted the truth.
