"Let's go. I'm feeling dizzy. Help me inside to rest for a bit. Just bring the contract; we can talk about it slowly," Yang Cilang said, his large hand gripping Wanqian tightly. He held the contract in his other hand, half-pushing, half-pulling her into the private room's resting area. Shen Cheng's face darkened, his hands clenching so tightly his knuckles were white. He watched the closed door of the private room. CRASH! The cup in his hand shattered into pieces.
Shangguan You watched with a cold laugh, the scene unfolding before her eyes filling her with immense satisfaction. So this was his so-called love, she thought, watching his own woman crawl into another man's bed.
"Mr. Yang Cilang, you're drunk."
"Beauty, I'm not drunk. Come on."
"Mr. Yang Cilang, this contract..."
"Once I'm satisfied, I'll sign it immediately."
"Mr. Yang Cilang, why don't you lie down and rest? I'll call a doctor for you."
"No need. You're the best doctor."
"Come here."
"What do you want?"
