Yu Wanwan's gaze suddenly became empty, as if recalling some embarrassing incident, and her facial expression completely froze.
"She really is a formidable woman."
After a moment, the stiffness on her face turned into a trace of melancholic bitterness at the corner of her lips.
"Honestly, if it weren't for her, I would never willingly give up Fu Huaichen to you. You would have given me a glimmer of hope, but her... in front of her, I was utterly defeated."
Shen Chu'an, both anxious and curious, pressed on, "What would she do? Did she threaten you?"
Yu Wanwan shook her head. "Compared to her tactics, coercion and bribes seem childish. In any case, I dare not covet Fu Huaichen anymore. Being a mere director under her command, I'm already quite content."
Shen Chu'an's heart pounded like a drum, with a bitter smile mixed with some resentment, "Suddenly, I also wish you were my rival. This feeling of having a sword hanging over my head is truly unbearable."
