Seeing this, Wang Meng's heart skipped a beat—crap, he had gone and put his foot in his mouth.
"Hehe, sister-in-law, I was just talking off the top of my head."
"You looked pretty serious for someone who was speaking off the cuff. Look at you, Wang Meng, cursing me!"
"Sister-in-law, I swear, I didn't mean it like that."
"You absolutely did."
"No, no, no, sister-in-law, what I mean is, divorcing President Pei would be a loss. President Pei is rich—how is that not good? Even the Fu Family would have to bow and scrape to you," analyzed Wang Meng.
Song Weiyi spat in disgust; she didn't give a damn about the Fu Family's bowing and scraping.
However, Song Weiyi completely abandoned the idea of arguing with Pei Yibai and getting divorced.
Wang Meng's words had awakened her from all aspects—she couldn't let a moment's impulse ruin this relationship.
"Sister-in-law, what are you thinking?"
