Qing He grew more and more fond of Tang Feng, her heart beginning to flutter. There was a time when she had vowed only to marry a rich man, and not without property, but when faced with a man she liked, these oaths were all but forgotten.
They were not young women just out of society, well-off on their own with high-paying jobs, setting the bar high. Ordinary men could hardly catch their eye, many were just playthings, but seldom did they really fall for someone.
She had thought only a husband could deserve her devotion, yet even boyfriends hadn't quite won her over; now, here she was, charmed by a young man five or six years her junior.
If Tang Feng wanted, he really might do something he'd regret.
Luckily, Tang Feng wasn't into them; though he was a catch, he was selective about his catch. Qing He and those women were the kind one couldn't easily get rid of once commenced, so he avoided them.
