Fat Meat

Sunlight slanted in through the window.

Xu Jiaorong could even see the fine down on Bai Yujun's face in the light before the window. She truly was beautiful—one glance left a deep impression that could never be forgotten. Fresh and natural, with a faintly seductive charm. If Xu Jiaorong had been a man, she would have been enchanted too. No wonder neighbors cursed others by calling them demons. So demons really were this beautiful.

"Miss... perhaps my words may sound unpleasant, but my Hanwen truly has feelings for you. You two... are not suited for each other."

"He has been stubborn since childhood. Once he sets his mind on something, he never turns back. Only your rejection can make him give up. Please... you are a good girl..."

It had not been easy for Xu Jiaorong. She wanted to explain, yet did not dare speak too harshly and anger the demon.

Bai Yujun did not know what to say.

All of it was merely a game between great powers. Ordinary people at the bottom were nothing more than manipulable chess pieces—perhaps not even chess pieces. One should not expect those lofty figures to be kind or humane. Their usual kindness was only an act put on for others to see.

Once dragged into a conspiracy, it was difficult to withdraw. It was not something one could simply leave just because one wished to.

The Ancient Era had been like this. It was not only those great powers who were cold and heartless; even ordinary merchants used every means at their disposal when competing. They would not consider improving their techniques or raising product quality. They preferred tripping one another up in secret, or tearing off all pretense and poisoning, framing, and plotting by every possible means. How convenient it was