Rong Yan knew her position very well. A mistress was a mistress, a third party that should never be acknowledged in public.
She needed to know self-consciousness and not think about things she shouldn't think about.
Her only goal was to satisfy her sugar daddy and get more money from him.
She only wanted money. Everything else had nothing to do with her.
Rong Yan's red lips curled up as she blew at the cheque.
"You can rest easy. As a mistress, I know my place. When I see her, I'll walk around her with my head bowed and never look her in the eye. Mr. Liancheng, don't worry. I'm a paid professional after all."
Liancheng Yazhi suddenly asked, "Rong Yan, do you not want to become the Liancheng family's young mistress?"
Liancheng Yazhi stared at Rong Yan through the thin smoke. She was smiling at the cheque like a little fox that stole a farm chicken, her expression filled with mischievousness, happiness, and even contentment…
