Ouyang Hai suddenly heard Wang Xiaoliang's rebuke. His hand shook, and his phone slipped, landing on his chest. He grunted and froze.
The woman beside him leaned over and rested a hand on his shoulder, their bodies pressed close. Both were completely bare, without a thing to cover them.
The woman was in her early forties. She had taken good care of herself and still had her looks, with traces of her youthful beauty in her features.
"What's wrong, Hai?"
Ouyang Hai picked up his phone, his face pale. "Sister Hui, I'm screwed. That bastard Wang Xiaoliang recognized me. He said he's going to sue me."
"Hardly the end of the world." The woman leaned back against the headboard and reached for the cigarettes on the nightstand. "I can see it now. Wang Xiaoliang really is somebody. But you and Xiao Li just had to go against him."
"My ex-girlfriend came from a small town and was determined to stay in Jiangcheng." Ouyang Hai clutched his phone, his voice muffled. "She didn't have a soul here. She could only rely on me. Even her mother had accepted me. Then that son of a bitch Wang Xiaoliang just had to show her a way forward and turn her into an influencer. He's the one who broke us up. Sister Hui, tell me, shouldn't I get revenge?"
The woman laughed.
"No wonder they say men are boys until the day they die. Are you playing house? Hai, Wang Xiaoliang doesn't decide whether that girl stays with you. She decides that herself. Understand?"
She stubbed out her cigarette and raised her eyes.
"Besides, if you're going after someone, go for the kill. What good does sneaking around posting a comment do? Don't you know your own limits? You took a needle to three