บท 187: The Recording

Jiang Wangya's voice was frenzied, her patience completely worn thin by the face that resembled Chen Ning's.

Huang's father had never laid a finger on her, leaving her with no choice but to seek solace in the arms of other men. She could no longer endure this existence.

Huang Xiaoyan's eyes gleamed coldly, her lips curling into a sneer. "Jiang Wangya, let me tell you this—you'll never succeed. Soon enough, I'll drive you out of the Huang household."

In truth, Huang Xiaoyan wasn't certain whether her father would truly expel Jiang Wangya once he discovered her true colors. She suspected that, compared to herself, her father valued Jiang Wangya far more.

Huang Xiaoyan wasn't counting on her father to act against Jiang Wangya. She merely wanted to open his eyes and free him from her manipulations.