Xun Jiaqi saw that Wen Sheng was alone, the volume of her insults unconsciously raised a lot, and her words became even more indecent.
"Aren't you just relying on the fact that you've studied a few more years and learned the skill of climbing into a man's bed? Brother Ayan is just toying with you, and once he's tired of you, he'll kick you to the curb." Xun Jiaqi said disdainfully, "Dreaming of marrying into the Fu Family? In this lifetime... no, not even in your next life will it be possible!"
Even though Wen Sheng appeared indifferent on the surface, as if nothing could be discerned, her heart felt as if it were being fiercely pinched.
The feeling quickly disappeared.
Wen Sheng was a person with stable emotions, telling herself to only believe in what she saw with her own eyes and heard with her own ears. The relationship with Fu Yanlin wouldn't shatter just because of someone else's attempt to drive a wedge between them.
Neither Fu Yuhe nor Xun Jiaqi were capable of that.
