"A hidden illness?"
Mei Qingdai's eyes widened, stunned by the revelation as if struck by lightning.
What kind of hidden illness could a man have? Divine Doctor Leng had practically spelled it out.
As Mei Qingdai stared at the humiliated and enraged Yu Fuce, her heart sank. It was as if all the bitter herbal medicine she had consumed over the past ten years had turned into a lump of searing bitterness in her mouth.
Bitterness she couldn't voice.
"Bang!" Yu Fuce kicked the potted plant next to the armchair with force. The waist-height plant tumbled to the floor, rolled a full circle, and shattered against a pillar, splitting in two.
Leaves scattered everywhere.
"Bastard!"
Startled, Mei Qingdai froze for a moment as Yu Fuce's sinister gaze turned toward her.
It wasn't the gaze of a husband looking at his wife.
It was the glare one would give a sworn enemy.
Layered with a heavy warning.
Mei Qingdai opened her mouth, "Ace…"
