After Pang Xiaoming left, Huang Wanshi stood alone in the study, fuming.
Although she had sucked Pang Xiaoming's Spirit Stone Bag dry back when she was down on her luck, she now despised this husband from her humble days. After becoming successful, she was unwilling to let him appear in public, nor did she want to give him a child.
'But I'm a good woman!'
'At least I haven't done anything to wrong Pang Xiaoming!'
'I can't believe you, you spineless fool, dared to suspect me today!'
Huang Wanshi stomped her foot, her thoughts inevitably drifting to the pair of Sword Immortal Dao Companions she had met earlier.
The blissful smile on Ye Liyuan's face as she snuggled in the arms of that peerlessly handsome Sword Immortal filled Huang Wanshi with deep envy.
'If only my Dao Companion were a figure as brilliant and otherworldly as Pei Sword Immortal.'
'If it weren't for my limited talent for cultivation back then, why would I have settled for an ordinary male cultivator?'
