Hu Xinyuan felt a hand rest on her head, gently stroking it.
It was a nice feeling, for she had already seen his face in advance, handsome, tall, and with a pleasant voice—not some chubby boy.
Of course, she knew that although she had stirred up trouble between the two, she hadn't directly seduced this brother.
He was probably just a sucker for tears, a central air-conditioning type of warm guy who can't stand to see a girl cry. Moreover, he didn't see her as a woman; he probably thought she was just a pitiful little sister.
But that was enough.
The way to steal someone's boyfriend wasn't to slander or to wedge oneself in forcefully, but to provoke distrust and a lack of confidence between them.
This Tang Siwen was such a foolish woman.
Want to be my sister?
Dream on.
I hate you and I hate your mother.
So, I'm going to make you uncomfortable.
Everything you like, I'm going to take it all for myself.
