"Do you think Yun Xiaoran would still forgive you if you went back now?" Liu Yi asked bluntly, watching the helpless Li Qingxi sitting on the bed with cold indifference.
"I..." Li Qingxi was speechless. She had dumped Yun Xiaoran, only to want him back now that he was useful to her. No matter how she looked at it, it was impossible.
"And what about you? You've spent the last two weeks desperately taking commercial gigs and livestreams, going to one cocktail party after another. Do you think Yun Xiaoran would see you as a good person? A good wife? A good girlfriend?"
To get Li Qingxi to abandon these unrealistic ideas as quickly as possible, Liu Yi deliberately chose the most cutting words.
What she kept from Li Qingxi was that, with the skeleton in her closet of having lived with a man for four months, it would take a fortune and powerful connections to keep promoting her to stardom.
"But you're the one who made me do all this-those gigs, those street performances, those drinking parties. I didn't want to do any of it."
After two weeks of pent-up emotions, Li Qingxi finally exploded. She had always wanted to get ahead, to cut ties with love and reach greater heights.
Yet in the end, the place she had already occupied had been the summit. All her efforts had only taken her downhill.
"I made you do it?" Liu Yi gave a disdainful chuckle, then said, "You chose this path to success yourself, and now you're blaming me? I'm the one who brought you to where you are today."
Li Qingxi was deathly pale. All she could do was stammer as she stared at Liu Yi. Though some of the resentment had faded from her eyes, she still looked