The last sentence Wen Ran spoke, seeped in an abrupt trace of sharp menace.
Cheng Jia's face changed in an instant, all her pretenses crumbled due to Wen Ran's threatening warning, turning into her usual sharp, disdainful self. "Wen Ran," she scoffed, "Do you actually believe Young Master Mo has feelings for you? All he desires is your body. Once he tires of it, you'll be meaningless to him. But I'm different. I can help Young Master Mo take revenge on Xiao Wenqing."
"Don't worry, I will not compete with you for him," she continued, "I will wait, wait for Young Master Mo to recognize my worth, wait for him to get over the little girl who saved him, and fall in love with me. Sure, I didn't save him back then, but I saved him last time, making me his savior too."
"But you're different, Wen Ran," she taunted, "You're nothing, just a woman selling her body for gains. Young Master Mo isn't a fool. Given a choice, he'd surely pick the one who matters more to him."
