Tan Jincheng's expression remained indifferent.
Ouyang Yan took a deep breath, then feigned calmness as he said, "Ah Cheng, I know Qiao Fei has greatly disappointed and hurt you. You've waited for her for so many years... But Ah Cheng, you can't marry another woman out of revenge for Qiao Fei! This is unfair to you, to Qiao Fei, and to that Miss Gu—do you understand?"
Tan Jincheng glanced mockingly at Ouyang Yan, "You think too much. My marriage has never been about revenge against anyone. It's just because I want to, I want to marry Anan, that's all. Revenge? Do you think Qiao Fei is worth my revenge? Ouyang, what is sweet honey to you is arsenic to me."
"Piao Fei is arsenic to you?" Ouyang Yan sneered, "Do you dare to say you love Gu Yi'an?"
Tan Jincheng answered without hesitation, "I do."
"Haha," Ouyang Yan sneered again, "That's easy to say. Love? Well, your love, Tan Jincheng, is really cheap."