However, Tong Lu suddenly felt sad. She did not dare to look at Leng Yejin. She was afraid that she would see her reflection in his eyes. She felt like she was a joke tonight.
She forced herself not to reveal a sad expression. His responsibilities, his difficulties, and his difficulties were all laid out in front of her. Even if she could feel his good feelings for her, under the heavy pressure, love could push him into the abyss.
He was just a man who had no choice, and even his own marriage had to be used as a political and economic bargaining chip.
Even if he was high and mighty, he could not have everything go his way. Even if he did not like her at all, he had to marry her. Such a marriage was also a form of torture for him.
"You don't believe me?" Leng Yejin grabbed her chin. His voice was burning with anger, and it was unusually cold."Do you think that I'm the kind of despicable person who would coax you and then marry you?"