Only the Feet Knew Whether the Shoes Were Actually Comfortable

Wen Ya knitted her brow due to the pain, and she grabbed Yuan Zhe's arm to protest. "Are you crazy? You're hurting me. Let go!"

Yuan Zhe did not release his grip but shifted his hand to grab her sharp chin and clamped down on it hard, his tone full of scorn.

"Wasn't Mrs Yuan tailing me just now? Didn't you see where I went? You know the answer, and yet you ask!"

Wen Ya trembled, but she could not lose her cool.

She fixed her eyes on Yuan Zhe and coldly sneered. "I'll have to ask then, where did Mr Yuan go off to just now? Are you actually afraid of being found out?"

Yuan Zhe appeared to have seen through this woman's tricks. He held her slender swan-like neck with traces of a smile on his face. Then, he laughed wickedly in an insolent manner.

"Wen Ya, your coaxing tricks are effective on Old Mistress, but don't you try them on me! You should have known what kind of man I am since the day your father sent you to my bed. Rather than concerning yourself with me, it'll be better for you to first understand your place!"

Wen Ya quivered from rage, and she closed her eyes, unwilling to take another look at this man!

The insuppressible disgust, hatred, grief, and despair in her heart bubbled up from the depths of her heart.

"Yuan Zhe, throughout my entire life, the thing that I regret the most is listening to my father's words to marry you..."

As Wen Ya spoke, a tear formed in her eye before it raced out of the corner of her eye, showing an unsufferable bitterness that even she herself could not bear to take.

"But since I'm already married to you, I just hope that you'll appreciate me... We're, after all, husband and wife..."

Wen Ya's expression was of one in extreme agony. Such a gentle and amiable girl should be treated kindly, appreciated, and cherished no matter what!

However, reality never turned out according to how one wished.

Yuan Zhe looked at Wen Ya's exceedingly pretty face without batting an eyelid and growled sinisterly. "Husband and wife? Don't think that I'm unaware of the real reason why you married me!"

He forcefully released Wen Ya as he spoke. "Who would want a woman like you if you were to actually step out of the Yuan Family?

If you want to safely secure your status as Mrs Yuan, then know your place and meddle less in my affairs! Otherwise, you'll get more than what you bargained for!"

The woman lost her balance and fell a few steps backward, landing heavily on the ground. She painfully lifted her head and met Yuan Zhe's savage gaze.

She couldn't turn away in time and was hurt by his cold stare.

Wen Ya finally understood what an unwarmable stone was...

Yuan Zhe's face showed that she had only got herself to blame!

"Yuan Zhe, Aren't you aware of the reason... why I'm trapped in the Yuan Family...?"

The words were caught in Wen Ya's throat, and she began to choke up as she spoke, her thin shoulders shaking from the wild emotions.

"After so many years, don't you have... even just a smidgen of pity or guilt...?"

"What do you think?"

Yuan Zhe scowled before turning around and entering the hall without sparing the miserable woman on the floor a second glance.

Wen Ya sat on the ground. Traces of blood were oozing out of her palms as a result of the fall. She looked at her bloody hands and didn't feel any pain at all...

The woman who was deeply sorrowful suddenly began to laugh.

Her drooping head was buried deep into her knees, and she was laughing almost wildly in manner. Her shoulders were shaking, and large drops of tears splashed onto the ground.

She wasn't laughing at the situation, but herself, for being so foolish. After so many years, she was still living in a dream without any self-reflection!

The pretense of love and blissfulness displayed in the Yuan Family before the outsiders was similar to putting on a pair of unfitting shoes.

However, only the feet knew whether the shoes were actually comfortable...