He was suddenly deeply shocked. "So you play the victim in front of this rich and handso guy every day, just to cultivate an image of weakness in his eyes? And then his mother is always complaining about you to him, so after a while, he gets tired of it and stops paying attention to his mother’s complaints?"
Yan Xixi laughed heartily. "It’s not an act of playing the victim!"
"Then what is it?"
"It’s simply because I don’t want to bother arguing with his mother."
"Miss, stop bragging. If you were really that capable, you wouldn’t have been made to look so pathetic by them ti and again."
"I just don’t like picking on won and children. There’s no honor in winning such a fight."
"HAHA, Miss, so you do have a bit of a chivalrous streak then?"
"I’m not that noble. It’s just that there are enough n in the world to swindle. There’s no need to target won and children as well."
He broke into laughter. On second thought, he realized this might actually be true. This female swindler had fooled countless n but had truly never swindled money from any woman. He suddenly noticed an interesting phenonon: this swindler was actually quite popular among won. Xu Xiaoya aside, even Huang Ying, Fu i, and other female colleagues seed to like her quite a bit.
Even after Zhou Ting showed up at his door, Zhou Ting’s hatred was directed more towards him. She even avoided him because he supposedly had "violent tendencies." As for Lady Liu Daqing, she had even slapped him over Yan Xixi—and it’s worth noting that this was the first ti Lady Liu Daqing had ever slapped him in her entire life.
It seed that aside from her romantic rival Zhou Xiaoxuan, she didn’t really incur the hatred of any other won.
Why might that be?
While looking at the chat records, he suddenly recalled sothing and imdiately asked, "Miss, what does this an? What do you an by ’if you were really going to marry him’? Does that an that you haven’t actually made up your mind about marrying him?"
This ti, Yan Xixi fell silent.
If it were just Huang Xiaojue alone, never mind having made up her mind, she probably would have married him the day after they reunited. But with Huang’s mother in the picture, everything was different.
In fact, she didn’t really hate Huang’s mother. Think about it: if you were a mother, would you want your son to marry a woman who had once been kept by another man? Especially when all your relatives and friends knew about it.
Even Huang Xiaojue—would he truly not mind, not even a little, for the rest of his life?
She was deeply conflicted. This was a blind spot deep within her that she dared not touch—like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, believing that if it couldn’t see the danger, then the danger didn’t exist.
"Miss, why aren’t you talking? Or is it that you don’t actually love this rich, handso guy that much? You just *think* you love him because he was your first love?"
"..."
"Didn’t you say they look down on you for having had previous boyfriends? Miss, let tell you from a man’s perspective: your handso rich guy absolutely cares about your past and broods over it. He isn’t saying anything now only because a breaking point hasn’t been reached. You just wait and see. With the discord between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and the blemishes from your past that they dislike, they’ll eventually turn on you together and despise you. You’ll live to regret marrying him."
She suddenly grew furious, feeling that this stranger harbored ill intentions, constantly trying to brainwash her into breaking up with Xiaojue. What was he trying to imply?
"He is the only man I love in this world. I am definitely going to marry him."
A bitter feeling surged up, and the fire of jealousy burned intensely within him. He gave a cold snort and stood up, but found himself at a loss for words. In his anger, he threw his cell phone.
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