In the villa, La Zhuangzhuang lay on the sofa scrolling through Weibo, her eyes burning with jealousy as she stared unwaveringly at Mr. Li's latest post, where Yan Luoxi nestled obediently in his embrace, sound asleep.
Down in the comments, Luoxi's fans were calling out for them to be together.
She felt as if she had been fed a gut-piercing poison, the pain intertwining and tormenting her insides.
She had never imagined that a man as prestigious as Li Yeqi could fix his gaze on a woman. She had fantasized that if he did, it would be on her, and she would die of happiness.
But, it was all because of Yan Luoxi. This woman had stolen everything that belonged to her: the man, the honors, and all of the achievements.
With trembling trepidation, Xiao'ai stood beside the sofa. La Zhuangzhuang hadn't shown up at any event for two days. As her assistant, she had been called by the agent to see what was wrong.
