Xia Bing heard his disdainful questioning and saw his unfriendly gaze.
“I’m a woman with a man in my room. If the neighbors see, even if I jump into the Yellow River, I won’t be able to clear my name.” Xia Bing wasn’t sure who lived around her, but she occasionally needed to go out. If she encountered gossips, she’d be talked about mercilessly.
“You live your life, not others’ lives. What is there to worry about?”
“You…” Xia Bing felt like a scholar meeting a soldier – unable to reason with him, “Fine. You win.” People’s words can be fearsome.
Later, Xia Bing learned why Xiaho Zun’s people found this place so quickly – the big shot’s phone had tracking capabilities, so they located him rapidly. Now that they’d found him, Xia Bing couldn’t understand why he was still staying at her place.
A Fickle Woman
Xia Bing looked at Xiaho Zun occupying her only bed, lying quite comfortably. His actions made her completely understand the meaning of “occupying another’s nest”.
Following the principle that a good woman doesn’t fight with a bad man (and probably couldn’t win anyway), she returned to her computer and resumed battling on the internet.
Xia Bing looked at her computer screen – they had been fighting intensely just moments ago, but now everyone had suddenly calmed down.
Yuan Ding: Sister Bing, where did you go…
Xia Bing saw Yuan Ding’s message and found it both laughable and absurd. She immediately understood why the previously furious women had suddenly become gentle. It turned out that the narcissist had proposed using the latest movie tickets as bait, promising that all beautiful women in S City could get two newly released movie tickets.
S City? So this self-important man lived in the same city as her. She had thought sharing the same world with such a man was unfortunate enough, but now knowing he was in S City, Xia Bing felt a bit twitchy.
“S City is ruined by men like him, who destroy the image of S City’s men. One rotten rat spoils the whole pot,” Xia Bing muttered.
