Hearing this, Lu Chen's face darkened. His hands clenched unconsciously under the table, exuding a tense aura as if a storm was approaching.

Ye Zihao's expression also turned serious. He said in a low voice to Pei Liheng, "Liheng, we're all brothers here. Don't ruin the harmony. You're drunk, and you shouldn't say such reckless things. Marriage isn't a game that you can just end on a whim."

Pei Liheng's eyes flashed with a mocking smile, tinged with sadness. "Zihao, ask this man if he ever considered me a brother. This is the second time he's taken away the woman I love."

He could accept Mo Nuan's husband being anyone,...