"For me? Don't make excuses for your own indulgence. The current me, the Shen Cheng of today, does not need to sacrifice his woman to obtain a contract. Even less does he need you to resort to such shameless methods to secure one. A contract worth tens of millions—I, Shen Cheng, do not need to use my woman to get it. Nor do I need your delusional attempts at seduction."
Shen Cheng's voice couldn't help but rise as he rebuked Wanqian word by word, each syllable striking her like a blow. The image of Yang Cilang groping Wanqian's waist, Yang Cilang's lecherous gaze, and Wanqian's moans from her erotic dreams—each of these things pierced Shen Cheng deeply. They prompted him to roar in fury, his expression growing more livid and contorted by the second.
