"Are you saying I, a grown man, am fighting with a few women like a shrew?"
Su Suqin wanted to say why not, but when she saw the impatience overflowing in Qiao Sheng's eyes, she held her words back.
She had already sensed that Qiao Sheng's affection for her was not as strong as it once was.
Perhaps, once he got her, the novelty had worn off?
Su Suqin still hoped to become Mrs. Qiao, walking among the upper-class society's prominent ladies and being admired by others.
She also relied on him to support her for the rest of her life. If Qiao Sheng really got tired of her, with her current reputation among the married ladies, it would be extremely difficult to find another wealthy man who would still want to marry her as the main wife.
She had worked so hard to get to where she was today, and she couldn't allow Qiao Sheng to lose interest in her.
With those thoughts in mind, she softened her tone and said:
