Fei Ruyan's eyes turned icy cold. She looked at Ying Xue with a chilling smile sharp enough to cut through skin. "Let her go? I don't know what you're talking about," she said slowly, her tone dangerously calm. "But there's one thing that should be made clear… you reap what you sow."
Her gaze sharpened as she stepped closer. "Also, you're the last person on this earth who should use the word 'innocent'. That word doesn't suit your lips at all."
Ying Xue's face turned pale instantly. She opened her mouth, but no words came out.
Fei Ruyan didn't bother with her anymore. Instead, she turned to look at Lu Junhan, who had been silently watching everything from the side. "And for the last time," she continued, her voice steady and cold, "Jinchen is my son. He is already married—and happily so. So, it would be better for you, a stranger, to stop interfering in my son's life."
