Shen Chu'an's face went deathly pale as she returned to her desk like a disembodied soul. Until the end of the workday, Jiang Yuanrui's voice kept burrowing into her mind like the whispers of a demon.
"It really makes one jealous, huh? In those first few years when we were together, you wouldn't even let me hold your hand. How long have you been with Fu Huaichen, and you're already inseparable, burning with passion?" He extended his arm, trapping her within inches of himself, and whispered gently into her ear, "Now, do you miss me?"
Shen Chu'an was so angry that her face turned red as blood, "I would only miss seeing you dead!"
"Without love, where does the hate come from? The more you hate, the more you care. That Lin Tang is only better than you in family background; in every other way, she's simply no match for you. The more time I spend with her, the more I see your strengths. Do you know how angry it makes me to see you getting intimate with another man?"
