"She knew what was good for her. Otherwise, I really would've cursed her to death. Who was she putting on an act for?"
Nan Xiang had completely dropped the act. She had the appearance of a quiet, refined lady, but the mindset of a delinquent little punk.
"You didn't even say anything that harsh." Wang Yan chuckled.
"It was because too many people were watching. I didn't want to embarrass myself even more. I'd already lost all face and become some gold-digging slut. If I made an even bigger fool of myself, I really wouldn't be able to show my face again."
Nan Xiang shot Wang Yan a resentful look. "If I'd actually gotten something out of it, I could accept it. But I followed you and got nothing, yet people still looked at me like I was a slut. Fine, call me vain or materialistic—I'll take it. The point is, I didn't get anything!"
"You weren't saying that in bed. You said you'd be willing even if it killed you. Nan Xiang, you can't pull your pants up and deny everything, forgetting the physical and spiritual satisfaction we both enjoyed. Wasn't that a gain?"
"So after all that, you just wanted to screw me for free."
Wang Yan shook his head repeatedly. "Don't demean yourself. Screwing someone for free doesn't just mean not paying—it means not caring about anything or taking responsibility for anything. Besides, I rented you an apartment, gave you some living expenses, and helped you solve whatever problems came up. Nan Xiang, wake up. Don't obsess over money all the time. You have to believe that bread will come.
"And you still haven't clearly defined our relationship. This wasn't a kept-man-and-mistress arrangement. You believed I had a boundless future ahead of me, so you invested your