Autumn rain pattered relentlessly against the floor-to-ceiling windows. Su Nian knelt on the cold marble floor, the medicine bowl in her hands shattering into glistening shards. Gu Chenzhou’s leather shoes crushed the porcelain fragments, and flying splinters pierced her palm, fresh blood seeping into the off-white carpet.
"Can't you even manage to brew a simple hangover soup?" The man loosened his tie, his entire body reeking heavily of alcohol and smoke. "How did the Su family raise their daughter? Aside from clinging to wealth and status, she can't even handle a trivial task like this."
Su Nian lowered her gaze to hide the moisture welling in her eyes, and the scene from their wedding five years ago resurfaced in her mind. Back then, when Gu Chenzhou leaned down to kiss her, his eyes held nothing but cold calculation. From that moment on, she knew this commercial marriage was merely an exchange of interests between two families, and she was nothing more than a pawn pushed onto the gambling table as a chip.
Chapter 97