บท 430: The Marriage Falls Apart

Rong Tianshi flung Wang Qing to the ground, his breaths coming in jagged, hot gasps. "Borrowed? Advanced payment? Do you think you can fool me? Feiyu just debuted; how could she possibly command such a high appearance fee? You deceitful woman, I've really misjudged you! Give me back my shares! Return them to me now!"

His eyes bulged, and his demeanor teetered on the brink of madness.

Wang Qing clutched the floor beneath her, her expression one of bitter restraint. To Rong Tianshi, her actions looked like an admission of guilt. The desire to throttle her welled up within him. He lunged at her, seizing a handful of her hair and gripping her neck with both hands, his teeth grinding in seething rage.

Wang Qing grasped his hands and, seizing the moment, forced out a few words, "Rong Tianshi! If you hadn't been so heartless, would I have resorted to this? In the end, the situation is what it is because you're worthless. Who else is there to blame?"