บท 391: Still Felt Sorry for Him In The End

Fu Tingyu tucked his phone back into his pocket, his cold glare never straying from Qin Shu's demure form. He could see the anticipation illuminated in her limpid eyes and it made his heart roar with barely restrained wrath. "What if I say that I must have you return with me to Jiang City?"

Faced with Fu Tingyu's anger, Qin Shu knew her words would fall on deaf ears and so she remained silent. If she insisted that she couldn't go back, it would only make him angrier.

In his heart, he probably saw her as a sheltered flower incapable of weathering the wind and rain. She was a woman whom he had to shield from the horrors of the barbaric world outside. He believed that it was in her best interests to remain ignorant of the world and its affairs.

She could not return to Jiang City. She could not relive a past of uselessness, of weakness, of one where she could only stand by and watch as he drowned because of the dead weight that was his wife.