"One of you hates me for taking your mother's place, and the other despises me for usurping your wife's position, right?"
"But what could be done about it? Even if you, Ming Zhiyuan, were utterly reluctant, you still married me five years ago."
"Even if you, Ming Ge, harbor such dislike towards me in your heart, you still had to watch with open eyes as me and my children, Yin Ruowei and Yin Hao, entered your Ming Family's doors, forcing you to call me Aunt Yin and to address Ruwei as sister…"
Yin Yilan vented the resentment in her heart, like thrusting a knife into the hearts of Ming Zhiyuan and Ming Ge.
She knew all too well the grievances harbored by these two people.
As expected, upon hearing this, Ming Zhiyuan's gaze darkened with a hint of guilt; he felt responsible for making his daughter suffer.
Seeing this, Yin Yilan's heart felt simultaneously triumphant and desolate—
