Shen Jiming's expression stiffened, "Yingying, do we have to speak in such absolute terms? No matter what, we have two children, and until now, my family has always only recognized you as the daughter-in-law of the Shen Family. Even the name inscribed on my grandfather's tombstone is still your name."
"Do I have to thank you for that?" Zhao Ying glared at him coldly, "If your family is willing to erase my name from your grandfather's tombstone, I'm willing to pay for the work."
"It's just an invitation asking you to attend my father's birthday feast, is it that hard to do? Even if I haven't done well enough before, my dad has always treated you well, hasn't he? Attending his birthday feast, what's the big deal? It's not like it's inconvenient for you." Shen Jiming frowned as he spoke.
He was always like this, as if everything should naturally happen just because he said so.
If you don't do as he says, it's your fault, as if you've committed a grave error.
