"You!"
Feng Yueming advanced towards the bed, then knelt on one knee. With a mocking smile, he said, "Mi Yao, ever since we got married, I haven't touched you because you didn't want me to. But what have I been waiting for? Your betrayal, and a green hat on my head? Let me ask you, if I hadn't been able to get the Snow Lotus, were you really planning to marry Changsheng?"
"Yes, I was going to marry Changsheng. What are you going to do about it, if you have the guts don't humiliate me, just kill me!" Mi Yao roared in anger.
Feng Yueming stretched out his large hand and pinched her delicate and charming little face, then chuckled darkly, "Kill you? How could I bear to? I still want to wait for you to bear me a son."
Another son?
"Feng Yueming, why don't you go die? Just looking at your ghostly face makes me want to vomit. Aren't you afraid that your son will come out looking like a little ghost too?"