Your Worth
"How do you propose to protect her from the grave, my son? When your existence is what puts her in danger?"
"Father… you're terrible!" Jingwei could only shake his head in a mixture of confusion, rage and terror.
Why did his father hate Xue Ning so much? Sure, she wasn't the most polite of women, and her family had humble origins, but it seemed to him that he had a personal vendetta against her.
Even during their first meeting, he had detected faint animosity radiating off his father. It grew stronger during breakfast, but Jingwei assumed that it would fade when they hadn't seen each other.
Why was it that his father continued to hate her so much? What could Xue Ning have possibly done to him?
He checked on Xue Ning, worried that she'd be hurt by his father's harsh words. She didn't deserve to be called a seductive slut, nor did her family deserve to be threatened with a jail sentence.