As Qin Liang finished dressing him, he stepped back with a satisfied grin.
"There, you're all set. Now, don't mess this up, or Mother will be furious."
Qin Liang turned to leave, but in his rush, he forgot to close the door behind him.
Qin Feng's heart pounded as he lay there, helpless, his mind racing. I have to stop this… I have to get out of here…
Just then, he heard voices coming from the hallway. One of them belonged to his mother, the other was all too familiar—Xuan Jin.
Qin Feng strained to listen, his blood boiling at every word.
"Thank you for your help, Mrs. Qin," Xuan Jin said, her voice full of triumph.
"Without your idea of dealing with Su Jiyai, Qin Feng would have never agreed to this marriage."
Mrs. Qin's cold laugh echoed in the hall.
"It's nothing, really. Qin Feng is stubborn, but we couldn't let him ruin his future over some nobody like Su Jiyai."