I steeled myself and asked with a choked voice, "Miss Zhao, what do you mean by this? Why are you coming to me about your fiancé? Shouldn't you be asking yourself that?"
Zhao Mengxi slammed the cup in her hand down on the table, "I'm asking you if Cheng Yu came over here tonight? Ever since that fire, I've sensed something fishy between you two. He actually rushed into the fire all by himself for you. Be honest, did you two sleep together?"
I instinctively denied it outright, "No, he hasn't been here, Miss Zhao, you mustn't tarnish my reputation."
Zhao Mengxi's face darkened, and with a cold stare and harsh tone, she let out a scornful snort, "You, playing the lowly mistress, or to put it crudely, a whore, talking about reputation? What's more, I've heard people say you and Cheng Yu are quite intimate behind closed doors."
