"Brother Yun, is this true?"
Sister Qing could hardly believe it. Shen Tianyun had actually cozied up to the Zhou Family.
If she had known this earlier, how could she have knelt before Chen Yang, humbled herself, and ended up so thoroughly humiliated by him?
"Sister Qing, of course it's true. We sisters were there when he had dinner with the Zhou Family's representative," the enchanting woman in the white qipao said proudly, glancing at Sister Qing. The dress revealed most of her snow-white chest, and a slit high on her thigh exposed a long, beautiful leg.
"Yes, Sister Qing, Brother Yun is telling the truth," another woman chimed in. Dressed in a burgundy gown that highlighted her sultry and seductive aura, she had just fed Shen Tianyun a peeled grape.
They were both intensely jealous of Sister Qing, who was being held in Shen Tianyun's embrace.
"Shut up. Say another word and get out."
