"That's understandable." Zhenyi nodded.
She was a boss herself. She understood that as a head of the outfit and the family whose roots went back centuries ago, controlling became a necessity. Someday, if she were to have children, she wouldn't let them destroy what she and her ancestors created at the cost of their blood and sweat.
She was aware of the fact quite well that in their world women were proven to be a man's damnation and ruination. And Long Jie was a man first, a leader and son to the mafia boss second, there was no way Xin Yichen would let him destroy what he had envisioned for the future. Son or not. Family comes first. And the outfit was their family.
"Have you ever liked another woman except for Xin Zhenyi?" Zhenyi asked curiously as if she was not Xin Zhenyi.
