“No need to be polite, it’s just a small favor.” Then, he said with a half-true, half-false tone: “And I’m happy to visit your boudoir.”
“Oh?” His ambiguous and suggestive words reignited the dim light in Zhi Wei’s eyes. Her red lips slightly pouted, she smiled charmingly, “Actually, I’m also happy to entertain you, but… I’m afraid I’ll delay your business. Don’t forget, there’s someone waiting for you in the room. If she gets impatient and runs away, wouldn’t that be my fault?”
“Run away? How could that be possible? Since I’ve already brought her back, of course I won’t let her run away.” Shang Peng laughed lightly.
“Seems like you’re quite confident.” She snorted coldly, her inner dissatisfaction reaching its peak.
“Confidence is something everyone should have. Don’t you have confidence in yourself?”
“Of course not!”
Suddenly, she had a crazy thought – if she wanted to keep him here, could she? Did she have the allure to make him abandon the other woman?
When Zhi Wei realized she was comparing herself to another woman, a wave of infinite disgust rose in her heart.
This was no longer about winning or losing, but… did she need to?
What was wrong with her? Had she forgotten her ultimate goal was to provoke him into giving up marrying her? So why should she care about these “trivial matters”? Even if he loved all the women in the world, what did it have to do with her?
“You should go back to the room quickly.” Waving her hand, Zhi Wei wanted to wave away her barely concealed frustration and the source of trouble before her eyes.
Shang Peng’s face showed a subtle change of expression.
Did she… really not care? Really want him to leave quickly? He slightly widened his eyes, trying to carefully capture her expression, but missed as she turned around.
Facing her back with strong hints of wanting him to leave, Shang Peng had to leave, but when he reached the door, he turned back, “Uh, Xiao Jie is drunk.”
“What does that have to do with me?” Xiao Jie? The name of that woman?
