"Do you think a mere Yun Shang in a single day could spend twice as much as RM Group?" Qin Yin sneered coldly, "You're just foolish, bewitched by a woman to the point of losing your senses. You nearly squandered the foundation Grandpa left behind. And now, what do you want? You want me to let that woman go?"
Qin Yin stood upright, looking down from above at Qin Muliang on the hospital bed, and asked coldly.
Qin Muliang gazed at Qin Yin, his nearly muddied eyes dropping slightly, not daring to meet her gaze. In the end, he could only feebly say, "She... she's my wife, your stepmother. You can at least spare her out of respect for me, for your father's sake."
"Father?" Qin Yin repeated the word with disdain. When she was younger, she thought this word represented love, represented family, represented joy, represented happiness.
But as she grew up, she realized that for her, the word "Father" was nothing but shame, mockery, and ridicule.
