Gu Rong's decision

Duan Ren smiled. "Poor her. Who knew that the husband she got married to would so cruelly bury her with his own hands."

Sweat formed on Gu Rong's forehead. The callous words rang harshly in his ears and his chest began to expand with breathlessness.

He had been mentally preparing himself with grave difficulty about this very conversation he was about to have with Yating. But with how Duan Ren spoke, insinuating some devious and sadist plot, he felt losing that confidence quickly. He thought of himself as a criminal who snatched a very important person from Yating's life.

"Rong, you-"

"Get out."

She blinked twice. It was because the voice hadn't come from Gu Rong but from somebody standing behind her. She quickly turned, her eyes widening.

Words weren't enough to express the frigid aura Yating was leaking. He looked at Gu Rong and dashed towards him. He held his hand and said, "Dad, breathe. Calm down."