"Don't look at me like that. I owe you nothing."
For the first time, she dared to gaze at her husband—twenty years her senior—so brazenly.
She leaned in, "If I'm not mistaken, you've become this way because the mountain fell and crushed you, right? So, can you speak to her like this?"
Chen Tai's pupils contracted, slightly trembling, his tone sharp like a knife, emphasizing each word.
"You b—i—t—c—h."
Ji Ruyan sat back up, neither angry nor pleased, casually.
"I'm a bitch, and what about you?"
She smiled and asked, "A gigolo?"
"Bang!"
The table was struck.
"What's going on?!"
The guard turned sharply, sternly reprimanding.
"Why so angry? In life, if you want something, you must pay for it—that's the rule. I'm not ashamed, and you shouldn't be either."
