Honey filled her mouth like the sweetest ambrosia known to man. Pouting her cherry-red lips, Lu Ning mumbled, "What? Since when have you been chasing me? How was I unaware?"
"You wound me - you heartless little thing!"
Lu Ning recalled the events of her past, combing through and scrutinizing them with a keen eye. When she was 17, Zhihan had indeed said he would take on the responsibility of caring for her. He had even said he would marry her. Perhaps it was her relative youth at that time or the fact that his proposal was too sudden, but she did not put stock in his words, thinking they were a bluff meant to scare her.
Several years later, Zhihan had said, once again, how he would make her his wife, the wife to a President of an illustrious company. She had not believed him then because he was together with Ela and Ann. His promiscuity made it impossible for her to put any faith in his words.
