The crystal chandelier in the private dining room was still dizzyingly bright after Gu Shiqiao left. Gu Xin's tears fell onto her beautiful dress, spreading into dark stains.
Pei Yang wasn't any good at comforting people either. He sat helplessly beside her and waited until she had calmed down a little before handing her a paper napkin.
Gu Xin wiped her tears haphazardly and apologized to Pei Yang between sobs. "Sorry, Pei Yang. I dragged you here to listen to all my family's crap, and then there was my brother's mouth... You shouldn't have had to put up with that."
"I'm fine." Pei Yang hadn't taken Gu Shiqiao's words to heart at all. He said softly, "But you... Try not to dwell on it. If you have to attend that so-called 'dinner,' why not go in with an open mind? Maybe you really will find someone you like?"
"I won't. I won't." There was a world-weariness in Gu Xin's red, swollen eyes that didn't belong in someone her age. "I don't believe the rich young men in our circle can genuinely love anyone. Partying every night, drinking and sleeping around, forcing girls to get abortions, cheating... There are countless stories like that. I've heard so many growing up that I'm sick of them... I don't think I'll be one of the lucky ones in an arranged marriage."
Pei Yang froze.
...Was that how it was?
Something crossed his mind, and his heart suddenly clenched with an inexplicable pang.
Even an ordinary person like Song Yixiao couldn't resist temptation. As for Feng Wanting...
Pei Yang's thoughts ran wild, and he felt himself slipping further and further out of control.
What on earth was wrong with him lately?
He had lied to himself that he was only taking advantage of his connection