Lu Junhan stared at her, his pupils narrowing like a man facing a viper coiled at his feet. His first instinct was the same as always—to endure. To bow his head once again and give in, like he had for so many years.
Just a little longer, he thought bitterly. Just like always. I can bear it…
But then, Xia Yuqing's mocking laughter flashed across his memory. The way she had smirked and said, "You? The mighty Lu Junhan? Controlled by a stupid mistress like a pet dog. Tsk tsk, how tragic."
That made his eyes darken with sudden resolve. No, he could not give in. Not this time. Giving in had done him no good. All these years—what had it brought him? He lost his love. He lost his life. He lost his son's affection. Like now, even if he gave in again… Fei Ruyan would pay the price.
