"Previously, flaunting the title of Young Mistress, she eloped with another man, and now, under the guise of your fiancée, she's trying to seduce my brother. A woman as fickle as her isn't worth your deep affection."
"Mr. Ye, you mustn't be deceived by her any longer, led by the nose!"
Xu Ziqing thought to herself, having said so much, Ye Che must be somewhat enlightened by now, right?
However, as soon as her words fell, the man in front of her suddenly raised his hand and fiercely slapped her across the face, with such force that she staggered two steps and fell onto the table, shattering the tea set into pieces all over the ground.
Xu Ziqing, covering her face and with her hair disheveled, lay on the ground with tearful eyes, looking up at Ye Che, her lips trembling, too frightened to say another word.
Ye Che stepped over to Xu Ziqing, looked down at her with contempt, and coldly said, word by word,
