"You think I'm actually keen on you? If it weren't for the fact that you made a move on me, would I even have ended up with you? Talk culture? You lack depth. Discuss manners? You have no class. Consider generosity? You're far from magnanimous. Just surviving is a challenge for you, let alone having me rely on you... Can I rely on you? Can our baby and I rely on you?"
Shen Lan launched into an outright scolding, her disdainful gaze irritating Qin Jifeng to the point that he slapped his thigh and sat down defiantly, retorting, "Shen Lan! Don't look down on me, thinking I'm beneath you. I've been in the mix for years and have achieved some success! How am I not to be relied on? Could I let you and our baby starve? I admit I'm quite the ladies' man, but I'm definitely not low-class. I've replaced all my damn female secretaries for you. What more do you want? At the dance these past few days, did you see me glance at any other women?"
Qin Jifeng felt deeply wronged—
