She naturally assud that Luo Xiaoqian was the type of promiscuous woman who would sell herself for money; any sympathy she initially felt disappeared without a trace.
...
...
Inside the Rolls-Royce.
Luo Xiaoqian curled up in one corner of the seat, staring at the streetlights slipping by the window, biting her lips tightly, without uttering a word.
"Co here!"
Leng Zimo spoke lightly from the opposite seat.
Indifferent, Luo Xiaoqian, whose mind was in complete disarray, didn’t even hear his voice.
Now, her head was full of Lu Hao.
Ten years—how could she forget the man she had loved for a decade just like that?
The most painful thing in the world isn’t about not getting what you seek or losing it after you’ve had it, but betrayal.
After her father died, she and her mother depended on each other for survival. And after her mother’s death from illness, Lu Hao’s presence had almost beco Luo Xiaoqian’s pillar of support; his betrayal felt like the whole world collapsing around her.
"Co here!"
Anger tinged Leng Zimo’s voice.
What kind of person was Leng Zimo? Experienced in reading people, he saw through Luo Xiaoqian with just one glance. Since she returned to the private room, he had noticed sothing was off about her. She ended the conversation with Anderson hastily, despite having much more to discuss, and brought her back.
In the elevator, he even indulged her with a kiss.
And her?!
She had just been begging him, and now that she had used him enough, she was ignoring him. What did she take him for?!
"What do you want?!"
This ti, Luo Xiaoqian finally heard his voice.
Turning her face toward him, her eyes, blurry with tears, looked at him in confusion.
"Who is that man?" he asked gravely.
"Man? What man!"
Luo Xiaoqian tilted her head and leaned in close, scrutinizing his face as if trying to recognize who he was.
But the harder she tried to see clearly, the more she couldn’t.
Intoxicated, she was completely drunk by now.
As the car passed over a speed bump and rocked gently, her body swayed and her face pressed against his.
His face, smooth and slightly cool, felt so comforting to the touch.
She giggled, "What’s this about n not being n... aren’t you a man... your face, so smooth... it’s like a woman’s..."
"I an..." Leng Zimo caught her little hand that was caressing his face, grinding his teeth as he spat out that last na, "Lu Hao!"
"Lu Hao?!" Luo Xiaoqian was taken aback, "He’s a bastard, a scumbag..."
She cursed inarticulately, spewing out all the words she could think of.
Suddenly, she leaned in again with a mischievous laugh, close to his ear.
"I’ll tell you a secret, Lu Hao sold himself... for a hundred thousand... you know... that motherfucker sold himself for just a hundred thousand... so I sold myself too, three million a month, I sold for more than him..."
Her mouth was laughing, but tears had started to fill her eyes, trickling down her cheeks. Lit by the fleeting lights outside the window, they shimred like dazzling, bright teors.
She was actually crying over that man, getting drunk over him, begging him, and even agreeing to be his mistress—all because of that man...
Thinking this, Leng Zimo felt an irritating itch in his teeth from the hate.
Grabbing her arm forcefully, he growled, "You’re mine, and you are not allowed to ntion his na in front of ever again!"
"He promised he would sing a thousand love songs for , said he would take to see every scenery I wanted to see. Lu Hao, big liar..." Luo Xiaoqian sobbed and cursed indistinctly.
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