Looking at the naked body of the woman on the bed, the glaring lipstick mark on Ye Wuge's bare chest, Jiayin felt it was especially offensive.
Every day, she was by his side, desperately trying to be with him, even at the cost of her dignity—time and time again, she'd play dumb and climb into his bed, yet he would rather go out and find these filthy women than want her.
A mix of anger and grievance surged in her heart, erupting like a volcano all at once.
She shouted angrily, "Ye Wuge!"
Ye Wuge's head throbbed, "Jiayin, just go home first."
But Jiayin stood at the foot of the bed, her beautiful eyes glaring fiercely at him.
The woman on the bed snuggled behind Ye Wuge intimately, glancing at Jiayin.
Her hair was a mess, her clothes were wrinkled and unrecognizable as any brand—clearly not a lady from a respectable family.
Besides, Director Ye always had a reputation for being a playboy, and no one ever heard of him having a fiancée.
