"You've had enough, Han Dongliang!" Mrs. Han, her heart dead as ashes, suddenly yelled at the man she had been married to for twenty or thirty years, "Are you even human, Han Dongliang? Huh? They say even a one-night couple owes each other a hundred days' grace. I, Lin Han, have given so much to the Han Family over the years, do you not see that? I bore you two children, even if there's no merit in that, there's certainly hardship. And now this is how you treat me, like you're wiping me out completely!?"
"All of this is your own doing, you brought it upon yourself!" Han Dongliang had never been as agitated as he was now, red-eyed, pointing at Mrs. Han and saying, "Back then, if you hadn't schemed and gotten pregnant with my child, would the old man have forced me to marry you? If it wasn't for your constant obstruction, I would have already married—"
