Chapter 90 Blame It on the Pot

I hadn't even spoken when the door to the ward was flung open with force. I flinched, and looking up, I saw Zhao Mengxi storming in furiously.

"I don't agree." Zhao Mengxi's face was twisted with anger as she spat out the words through clenched teeth, her eyes boring into me as if trying to drill a hole through me.

My heart trembled involuntarily. I wasn't expecting Zhao Mengxi to show up out of the blue. I sat on the bed, motionless, preparing to watch how things would unfold.

"Is it for this woman that you want to annul our marriage? She's nothing but my father's whore, played out by everyone—a total slut. And yet, you treat her like some kind of treasure?" Zhao Mengxi seemed on the verge of madness, spewing insults without reservation. Having been a mistress for so many years, such words were nothing new to me.

I pursed my lips tightly, silently observing Cheng Yu. Now, all I could do was watch events unfold and see how far things would go.