"This..." Ding Jing was at a loss for words.
True, she liked women, but that didn't make her a man. Aside from her orientation, her psychology was the same as any other woman's. She was no less capable of the delicate thoughts expected of a woman.
Most men, when they don't have money, rant and rave about wanting to be good to only one person for a lifetime. This is mostly because if they were good to others, those others wouldn't care, and even this one might not bother with them; but once they've made it big, surrounded by beautiful women, few can remember their original promises and withstand the temptations of a dazzling world.
If Suming really agreed so easily to take advantage just because he wanted a little benefit, or even took the opportunity to climb the pole and want something real with Hong Feifei or her, then in Ding Jing's eyes, Suming was just an ordinary nouveau riche at best.
