Qian Renxue's face alternated between pale and flushed.
She had never imagined that her birth had come from a filthy act of rape.
Nor had she imagined.
That her beloved father, the Pope, had been such a vile man.
But she did not forgive Bibi Dong because of it. After learning what Bibi Dong had done, Qian Renxue not only refused to forgive her, but also thought there was something wrong with her head.
Falling in love with a good-for-nothing was bad enough.
Yet she had even wanted to betray Spirit Hall. How utterly foolish.
But the thought that her father was a rapist and her mother an idiot in love with a good-for-nothing left Qian Renxue feeling suffocated.
She felt disgusted by her own origins.
Ji Hongchen patted Qian Renxue's shoulder. "Xue'er, none of that has anything to do with you. You're innocent, and you still have me by your side."
Qian Renxue was touched.
"Thank you, Brother Hongchen."
Then Qian Renxue added resentfully, "And that Yu Xiaogang. I never imagined our family's tragedy was all because of him."
Since he was so hateful.
She could not let him live so comfortably. He had to pay.
"Don't worry. I'll help you."
Ji Hongchen had Qian Renxue sit on his lap and spoke gently.
"Mm."
Her cheeks flushed, Qian Renxue nestled into Ji Hongchen's arms and tilted her head up to kiss him. Then she pressed against his lips, her tongue slipping inside as nimbly as a darting snake.
Just as the two were getting lovey-dovey and about to have a little fun.
A knock came from outside.
Blushing with embarrassment, Qian Renxue straightened her clothes and asked, "What is it?"
A voice came from outside the door.
"Your Highness, Platinum Bishop Salas of Spirit Hall wishes to see you."