บท 728: The White Lotus (3)

If Xing Yiyue hadn't been greedy and ambitious, scheming against Tang Moyu to get the empress out of her way, perhaps she wouldn't suffer such humiliation in return. She coveted someone that wasn't hers and ended up this miserable. 

If it wasn't for her he wouldn't have lost Tang Moyu— or so he thought. 

Just like his wife, Feng Tianhua was one of those people who never took into account their mistakes. They inflicted harm to others in the name of love and refused to take responsibility for their actions and rather blame other people for their misfortune. 

"Stop crying. Do you really think I will fall for such a cheap trick again? You disgust me," Feng Tianhua sneered at his crying wife. Before, he would easily forget his anger whenever Xing Yiyue shed tears. But now, he only saw her as a cunning woman who only knew how to trick him.