'We've barely scratched the surface,' Xu Su sighed to herself. 'If Huang Feng knew what I was really thinking, her whole worldview would be shattered.'
Huang Feng tugged on Xu Su's arm and whispered, "Susu, do you think Fei Qiao is being kept by Jiang Peng? Is she one of those mistresses you mentioned?"
Xu Su froze for a second, then admitted, "I think so."
'In any case, that's not how you treat a proper girlfriend…'
In her past life, she had been with Zhou Mochen for ten years. Xu Su had never witnessed any of the sordid affairs of the wealthy elite. Everything she saw and heard was polished and glamorous.
But even so, she had seen how the people in that circle treated the mistresses they kept.
These men didn't see the girls, who all had a price, as people. When they were in a good mood, they'd call them "baby" this and "darling" that, but in reality, they were nothing more than little playthings—the kind that could be thrown away at a moment's notice…
