Jiang Nan's voice was full of grievance, and her big, limpid eyes stared at him through a misty haze.
Yet faced with Jiang Nan's little expression, Zhang Chen smiled. "As if I don't know you? You're the kind of woman who won't rest until you achieve your goal. How could you leave in a huff so easily?"
He had not dated many people in his previous life, but certainly not few either. He had experienced plenty of women's tricks for manipulating men.
Jiang Nan might have been quite the green tea, but compared to the top tea masters of the twenty-first century, she was still far from accomplished.
"You dog of a man, you really are cold-blooded and ruthless. I'm already like this, and you still won't comfort me." Jiang Nan stamped her foot in fury, then turned and walked back to Zhang Chen's side. "I have something I need to ask Zhong Xiang for help with. Seeing that your relationship with Zhong Xiang is extraordinary, could you put in a good word for me?"
"No." Zhang Chen refused without mercy. "I have no reason to help a woman who looks down on me."
Jiang Nan did look down on Zhang Chen. Otherwise, she would have married him long ago. Why should Zhang Chen help a woman who looked down on him?
For desire? Zhang Chen had plenty of money. Wouldn't it be better to buy an unsoiled courtesan from a brothel?
"You..." Jiang Nan pointed at Zhang Chen, rendered speechless by his merciless refusal.
"In my eyes, you're no different from Shen Ling. The only difference is that she has been slept with by other men and is already filthy and defiled, while you have only been slept with by me, so you can still be considered pure." Zhang