Thinking that Zhang Yu still loved her deeply, Jiang Luohan instantly perked up again, her back straightening without her even realizing it.
However, she wasn't completely stupid, after all.
Once she confirmed Zhang Yu's lapdog nature, she immediately realized how terrifyingly valuable he was now.
A congenital expert in his twenties, utterly devoted to her.
This was simply a peerless treasure that had fallen from the heavens, meant exclusively for her, Jiang Luohan.
She had to hold on to him tightly and bind him to her completely with the thing he wanted most.
She gently tugged at Zhang Yu's sleeve, deliberately making her voice soft and lilting, with a hint of a sob:
"Zhang Yu... I... I felt it. I felt everything."
She lifted her tear-damp eyes and gazed affectionately at Zhang Yu's profile:
"I felt your feelings for me... the ones that have never changed."
She took a deep breath and said:
"I've decided. Not only am I willing to marry you, I'll give all of myself to you—my heart, my body, everything I have, completely and wholly.
From now on, I'll belong to you alone."
After making this heartfelt confession, she carefully watched Zhang Yu's reaction, growing even more certain in her heart.
See? He's so moved by my deep feelings and sacrifice that he can't even speak, right?
However, when she glanced to the side and saw the two women with faces livid as iron, the princess disease she'd just suppressed flared up again.
Those two bitches had actually dared to hit her just now, and had even wanted to kill her.
With Zhang Yu here, did they still dare lay a hand on her?
Now it was time to exercise her authority as the future mistress and get ready to clean house.
She raised her hand