"Jingjing, I'm a man, how could I let you, a woman, bear this alone?" Wang Xiaoshuai said with pity.
"I'm not afraid of bearing the responsibility; it's the fear of what will happen when everything comes to light. How are we supposed to face Yifeng? For a good man like Yifeng to be betrayed by both his love and his brother, how heartbroken must he be? He might even feel like dying."
Zhao Jingjing had heard these words so often they'd made her ears callous. Furrowing her brows and raising a green onion-like finger, she pointed sternly towards the door and said:
"Big Brother Wang, I'm telling you, I, Zhao Jingjing, am yours in life, and even in death, I'll be your ghost!"
"If you're not willing, I'll just run out and tell everyone in Wanmin Village that I've fallen for you, and I want to divorce Li Yifeng! No matter what you say, I don't want to hear it. If you don't want that to happen, you'd better sneak around with me!"