"Ah, a mistress is after all just a mistress. When push comes to shove, a man will still favor his legitimate wife."
Yuan Jiayin's face turned ashen, her nails almost piercing clean through the flesh of her palm.
That damned woman, Ye Lu, making her lose face so horribly in public, she would definitely not let her off the hook.
...
"Let me go, are you insane? All of those directors and partners are there." Ye Lu's wrists turned purple from his grip, pain and anxiety washing over her.
"You have the audacity to say that, are you even aware of the eyes on you at that banquet?"
Shang Jingchen was boiling with rage, teeth gritted in fury, venomously pushing her against the hotel corridor wall, eyes seeming to spew fire.
"Dancing provocatively, drawing men to you under all those prying eyes. Are you that desperate for attention, eager to flaunt your true lascivious nature?"
Ye Lu's face turned ashen as she listened.
