"Shen Yuan, are you still shameless?" Her voice was low, but every word was like a knife, "My Jiang family has raised you for three years! Three years! Have you ever done anything wrong?"
I opened my mouth to say something, but as soon as my lips moved, she slapped me again.
This time it's more brutal. I took two steps back and bumped my back against the dining table. The wine glass crashed and poured, and the red wine flowed down and poured onto my white shirt, staining it from the collar to the waistband of my pants. I stood up awkwardly, holding on to the edge of the table. I raised my head and saw Lin Xue's father, Jiang Tianlong, standing in front of the main table, holding a stack of paper in his hand.
That's my marriage certificate.
