You were Not the Father; Why the Heartache?

Helan Mingde felt as though all the citizens of Luo city had taken a swing at his face.

 It hurt so much that he felt numb—it hurt so much that he felt nothing. Only his ears rang as though he had just gotten slapped. They kept ringing and his mouth kept twitching.

 Helan Mingde was even wondering why Mrs. Yue had not straight-up murdered the b*tch Zhang Suya first.

 Now he had no reputation left. The entire Helan family had no reputation. Zhang Suya had single-handedly destroyed the name the Helan family had worked on so hard for generations.

 "Your wife is pretty amazing, really," Yan Qingsi could not help but say. "When other wives take on men outside their household, they take celebrities or young blood or even musclemen, yet your wife took an old grunt. I never thought that she would have such an interesting taste."