Faced with Rong Linyu's touch, Wen Jiaren felt a surge of disgust, calmly staring at him, "What do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Rong Linyu smiled, "I don't want to do anything to you, but you know, my sister has always hated you. Do you know that because of you, she suffered a lot, tortured terribly by Mu Qian. She always begged me, 'Brother, you must help me kill that bitch Wen Laibao. I want her to be ridden by thousands, slept with by tens of thousands, let her taste all the pain I endured, a thousandfold.'"
"You know, I have only one sister, Rongrong. As an elder brother, it's natural to protect her, to try to meet her demands, don't you think?"
Wen Jiaren's face gradually paled due to Rong Linyu's words, "But you know, her suffering has nothing to do with me. I didn't cause her pain. It was someone else, not me."
"Lady Wen, you portray yourself as so innocent."
