"You have no evidence; on what basis do you claim he's deceiving me? Moreover, what has he deceived me about?" Bian Yue stared coldly at Li Sihe.
Li Sihe originally didn't want to use this matter as leverage to get Bian Yue back; his pride prevented him from resorting to exposing others behind their backs.
But Bian Yue was really too assertive, assertive to the point that it scared him.
So after a moment of silence, Li Sihe calmly said, "He lied to you about having a terminal illness! Bian Yue, Shen Jinci is not sick at all!"
The coldness on Bian Yue's face was gradually replaced by astonishment.
"What joke is this? He...," Bian Yue's voice faltered, her pupils dilating slightly in unease, "how could he not be sick... the Xiangjiang Evening News... the Xiangjiang Evening News had been headlining it for a week, saying that he was ill."
"That was to deceive you into marrying him! If he didn't feign a terminal illness, why would you consider a marriage alliance with him?"
