As Bai Xinxin saw it, this was a real-life fairy tale: a princess lowering herself to marry a poor boy.
He should have dropped to his knees in excitement and kissed the tips of her shoes!
But after waiting all that time, she got no tearful gratitude from Yue Xiaofei. Instead, he let out an undisguised scoff.
"Heh... Hahaha..."
Yue Xiaofei looked at her and laughed.
It was not a happy laugh. It was a cold laugh, full of disbelief and mockery.
"Do you think you look like a goddess, and every man who sees you has to fall head over heels?"
Yue Xiaofei took a step forward, closing in on Bai Xinxin and looking down at her.
He was already over six feet tall. With him standing so close, the pressure he gave off instantly made it hard for Bai Xinxin to breathe.
His gaze rattled Bai Xinxin, but she forced herself to stand her ground and retorted, "Isn't... isn't that true? The men chasing me could form a line from here to France!"
"Really?"
Yue Xiaofei's gaze swept inch by inch across her heavily made-up face, sharp as a knife.
"Then go find a mirror and take a good look at yourself."
"Look at the corners of your eyes, cut so wide they're almost joined together. Look at that chin implant, sharp enough to stab someone to death. And look at that stiff face you've pumped full of fillers. You look worse smiling than you do crying."
With every sentence Yue Xiaofei spoke, Bai Xinxin's face grew paler.
Those were all secrets about her plastic surgery!
They were the last things she wanted anyone to bring up!
How... how did he know?!
"With a face like yours, what gave you the nerve to think I'd ever like you?"