Yan Ruke's sincerity and affection towards Yue Tingfeng were indisputable.
Mrs. Yue felt sorry for her. "You are too kind. Those hussies out there are worth nothing compared to you, Tingfeng he… Go on up but… Don't provoke him. If he's in a disagreeable mood, don't enter his room or else the consequences are yours to bear."
Truth be told, the words that Mrs. Yue wanted to say were, 'Just why aren't you his type?'
She did not want to embarrass Yan Ruke any further and held her tongue.
Yan Ruke nodded, "I understand. Don't worry."
…
Yue Tingfeng tossed the bag on the floor and the contents peeked out. It was a pair of black high heels. They belonged to Yan Qingsi and were abandoned in the car when she ran off.
He squinted at the pair of heels—he had subconsciously brought them home with him.
