Feng Ting sat back on the sofa, recalling Wang Fang's respectful attitude, and couldn't help but let a smile slip onto her face.
Is this what it feels like to be treated like royalty?
So satisfying!
If I marry Lin Baici, I would enjoy this treatment every day, wouldn't I?
Feng Ting imagined waking up every morning to a sumptuous breakfast prepared by a maid, not having to work tirelessly to earn a living...
Oh my God!
Even just thinking about it feels amazing.
It's impossible to dream of becoming a legal wife, so how about being a mistress...
Feng Ting thought of Yue Yu's looks,
well,
being a foot washing maid should be feasible, right?
Feng Ting's thoughts wandered. She wasn't like this before, but after Lin Baici opened this door for her, the scenery inside was just too luxurious.
If she had never known, she could have lived contentedly, but now...
Sleeping in that cramped rental apartment full of stuff just can't compare to sleeping in Lin Baici's luxurious mansion.
