Of course, this was only a friendship on the surface. But his words were enough. Satisfied, Feng Wenwu prepared to leave.
Little did he know, his wife didn't understand his painstaking efforts.
She leaped up and accused him, "Feng, marrying you was the worst luck imaginable! I've been with you all these years and haven't had a single good day, nothing but grievances. Fine, I can endure it, but Feng Feng is your only son! Are you going to make him suffer like me?"
What is she even talking about? Feng Wenwu thought, pressing his hand to his forehead. You've been wronged? Wronged, my ass. I'm the one who's been wronged here.
Of course, he couldn't say these words out loud. His rise over the years was entirely thanks to his father-in-law's resources. At home, he had no say.
"Ma'am, if you're going to argue, please go back to your own home. Don't block our doorway and make a scene," Yang Xintian kindly reminded them.
