Wei Zijin sprang to her feet, her high heels sounding their protest along with her.
Suddenly, she stood much taller than Nuomi.
"Whether I'm good enough for him is between us as husband and wife!" Her voice rose. "Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?"
Nuomi didn't move.
"You got famous, and it went to your head. You think you're something special now. Deep down, you've always treated Xiaoliang as your private property. Have you ever really respected him?"
"You..."
"But from head to toe, how do you measure up to Wang Xiaoliang?" Nuomi's tone was calm, not angry in the slightest. "His patience, his sense of responsibility, his loyalty to his friends, all the nasty things he's shielded you from-which of those can you match?"
"And when it comes to your affairs and your future, Xiaoliang is always so careful, so afraid of making a wrong move. But he gives his own future far less thought. You know that punch he threw at that old man-if things hadn't turned around, or if he'd judged wrong, how many opportunities would it have cost him?"
Wei Zijin's chest heaved.
"It's perfectly normal for my man to be better than me. Doesn't that also show I have good taste?"
A feeble excuse.
"Besides, if I'm not good enough for him, are you?"
"You got that right. When you told us He Rumeng was going to be your guest, Xiao Mo told me, 'Help Xiaoliang and Zijin break up quickly. I think that guy would be a better match for you.' Those were his exact words. Ask him if you don't believe me."
"Aren't you going too far? What did I do to make you treat me like this?"
"Nothing. I just took a liking to Xiaoliang."
"Shameless..."
Wei