Linda glared at him angrily, "Chen, you risked so much for a woman, hiding her by your side, what on earth for?"
Leng Youchen stared at her coldly, "She was never a queen; those titles were just forcibly imposed on her by others. Linda, that's my life, and I don't need you to question it. But if you threaten her safety, I won't let you off."
Having thrown down those harsh words, Leng Youchen turned and went back into the boutique.
Linda stood there, her eyes red with anger. She had waited for him faithfully for five years; even a stone should have been warmed by her by now. Why wasn't he moved at all?
She stared into the store, watching the man meticulously pick out clothes for Wei Anning, and felt very jealous. If he treated her half as well as he treated Wei Anning, how could she feel so unwilling?
Leng Youchen ignored that sinister, resentful look, picked a set of clothes and held it up against Wei Anning, then stuffed them into her arms, "Good girl, go try them on."
