Meng Qing had stopped at nothing to latch onto a rich woman.
"What did you say?! Why should I believe your bullshit?"
"Bullshit? Then I think we need to start by discussing how, at twenty-three, you married a sixty-nine-year-old man who had nothing but money, and eventually inherited his villa and company."
"!!!!"
The other end fell silent. Xiao Yu could hear heavy breathing over the phone.
Xiao Yu said coldly, "Ms. Shi Xia, I can't say you did anything wrong back then. It was an arrangement you both willingly entered into. But if word got out, it would still be embarrassing, wouldn't it? I don't want to make you a social outcast either. Now, can we have a proper talk face-to-face?"
Shi Xia had told people that she had inherited her grandfather's assets.
If others learned that she had acquired her wealth this way and was also keeping a pretty boy, the people around her would probably start pointing fingers.
Her reputation would be ruined. Even socializing would become difficult.
In high society, no one was short of money. Reputation was what mattered most.
"Fine, all right! I'll let you in."
Shi Xia sighed helplessly.
This Master Xiao... really was as terrifying as his reputation suggested. He even knew about something buried so far in the past.
She couldn't afford to cross him. Absolutely not.
"We're at the entrance to the compound. The security guard stopped us."
"Then I'll call and let the guard know."
Five minutes later, in the villa's spacious living room.
Xiao Yu met Shi Xia.
The woman had taken very good care of herself. At forty, she looked like a young woman in her twenties.
As for Meng Qing, the man beside her, his expression was far less pleasant.
He looked panicked, uneasy, and tense.