"Don't you think he is better off being with Xia Muning than he is with you?"
Meng Xi'er stared at her wrist, where Lu Yebai had bandaged her. The bleeding had already stopped, but she belatedly felt the pain and her face turned instantly pale.
Lu Yebai looked at her, his tone indifferent: "You probably already know. Xia Muning is from a prominent family, her worth billions. Isn't it more fitting for Qingchuan to be with her?"
A good match in terms of social standing.
What cruel words.
Those four words signaled that she, Meng Xi'er, could never stand next to Lu Qingchuan in her lifetime. Her underprivileged background could never be washed away.
Looking at her expression, Lu Yebai was satisfied deep inside.
He wished for Meng Xi'er to give up on Lu Qingchuan and remain peacefully and contentedly by his side.
Such were his selfish thoughts, those that the old Lu Yebai would have scorned. How could he ever force a woman who does not wish to stay to remain by his side?
