Compared to Li Jin's threats and humiliations in speech, the secret he revealed had completely disordered Ye Yan's mind.
Li Jin had been investigating her, confident about her relationship with Fu Xingzhou before he dared to take action.
Thus, there was no need for him to deceive her with his words.
A twenty-year-old girl, a dancer, beautiful and with a fine figure, was being kept at Hongfeng Hall.
Although Ye Yan was not a romance novelist, at this moment, her mind began to involuntarily imagine.
She imagined Fu Xingzhou doting on that young girl, whether he treated her like he did before, saying words that made her blush and heart race, yet his actions were gentle to the extreme.
In the depths of affection, he would repeat her name over and over, kissing her black hair.
That was the Fu Xingzhou she knew.
That was his true nature.
Ye Yan felt she shouldn't care, but Li Jin's words made her heart feel as if it had sprung a leak, with cold air sweeping through.