"You're wrong about that," Mu Mian disagreed, shaking her head with a smirk on her face as she pointed at the lighthearted and carefree Gong Heng, "You forced me, didn't you, brother?"
"Yes," he laughed softly, gently stroking her long hair, "If you were more cooperative, there would be no need to force you."
Jin Ruomei clenched her fists, infuriated as she watched the couple in front of her act as if she was invisible, the bitterness and anger in her heart reaching a crescendo.
She looked at Mu Mian with cold eyes, "You think you're winning, but Gong Heng will never marry you; at best, you are nothing but a plaything. It's normal for a man to keep one or two mistresses; you will always be a mistress who can't show her face in public."
"Is that so?" She softly extended her supple, boneless arms to wrap around his neck, took the initiative to press her lips against his. Gong Heng deepened the kiss in response, and they kissed heatedly in front of Jin Ruomei without any inhibition.
