"Mr. Shen, you're terrible! Everyone knows you already have a lovely wife at home, and your marital bliss is the envy of all. Yet you still treat me like this." Luoluo pushed Shen Cheng again, pressing her chest tightly against him, her voice a mix of coyness and invitation.
"A lovely wife, huh?" Shen Cheng scoffed, his drunken eyes glancing at the petite woman in his arms. "True, a lovely wife, but I like you too," he added, his words light and teasing.
"Mr. Shen, you're so naughty," Luoluo cooed flirtatiously. The sound of their banter in the hall was exceptionally jarring. Wanqian's face turned deathly pale as she watched the pair flirting at the doorway. Agonizing pain twisted in her heart. How could Shen Cheng treat her like this, bringing a vixen right into their home?
