Volume One, Chapter Two Hundred and Thirty-Eight
Over the next two days, Ying Yin changed into normal clothes and, like a virtuous wife, washed clothes and cooked for the man.
With only two days left, Ying Yin cherished every moment all the more.
After two sweet days together.
As the man packed his things to leave once again, Ying Yin's heart ached, yet she kept a smile on her face. She stood to one side watching him without saying a word.
Watching him finish packing and take that step out the door, Ying Yin finally could not hold back any longer. Crying, she said, "Can I leave with you?"
The man said coldly, "No!"
Ying Yin lowered her head and began to cry.
"You bastard, using this kind of method to bully women again! You're nothing but scum!" A familiar voice rang out. Ying Yin froze, then looked up to see Ying Lian angrily pinching the man.
"What's going on?" Ying Yin stared blankly at the scene before her.
Zhao Fu broke free from Ying Lian's pinching hand and defended himself, "I really didn't use the previous method. How can you still blame me?"
Ying Lian gave a light snort. "That still won't do!"
Ying Lian wanted to pinch Zhao Fu again, but Zhao Fu swept her into his arms.
"Ying Lian!" Ying Yin called out as she watched the scene before her.
Ying Lian turned to look at Ying Yin, glared at Zhao Fu, broke free from his embrace, and came before Ying Yin. "You were fooled by this bastard. He had planned it from the start, pretending to be injured so he could develop feelings with you."
Ying Yin felt a tearing pain in her heart. Tears streamed from her eyes as she looked at Zhao Fu, unable