"Well said. In the art of flattering, if Mrs. Ye were to claim she's second, no one in Rongcheng would dare claim to be first. As Long Yutian, I naturally have to marry the best, and only the top beauty in Rongcheng is worthy of me!"
How could the daughter of a mere starlet be worthy of him? "I can't wait for Ye Mu Fan to see how his pampered little sister lies beneath me!"
The reason he was willing to spend a fortune to marry Ye Nuanxi wasn't just because she was beautiful and intelligent, garnering the title of Rongcheng's top beauty. It was also because Ye Mu Fan, her brother, had once stolen the woman he was interested in—his sister, whom he must have!
A sinister smile tinged with bloodlust crossed his fierce visage. Without giving the other party a chance to speak, he slammed the phone down, leaving Yang Yuerong stupidly holding the disconnected line, her suspended heart slowly returning to its place.
