Ye Xingbei's hand was tightly clasped with his.
Feeling his fingers trembling intensely, Ye Xingbei regretted bringing up the topic.
Heirs of great estates, excellent in their own right, with status and position, were highly sought after by many women.
They dreamed of skyrocketing to the top, transforming into phoenixes upon the branches, wracking their brains to marry those men, regardless of whether these men had wives or children.
If it was just for money, it might have been better; failing to achieve their goal, they might have given up and moved on to another target.
But if it was love, especially a mad kind of love, they might do something drastic, either destroying the man they loved — if I can't have him, no one can.
Perhaps destroying the man's deeply beloved wife and children, I'm in pain, and I want his wife and children to suffer like I do.
There are far too many psychopaths in this world.
