"you're right, zhao," she said, her voice light. "it takes real talent to build something lasting. my wife, for instance, built a global fanbase of billions through sheer, undeniable skill. i built a multi-billion dollar company from scratch with my own two hands. tell me, what have you built lately, besides a reputation for buggy software and missed deadlines?"
it was a verbal execution, delivered with a smile. a few people nearby who had been eavesdropping suddenly found their champagne glasses very interesting. zhao wei's face went from pale to mottled red.
before he could sputter a response, yubing stepped in, her voice as smooth as honey. "mr. zhao, it was a pleasure. but i'm afraid my wife promised me a dance." and with that, she tugged a very smug mo yuxin towards the dance floor.
"that was uncharacteristically brutish of you," yubing murmured as yuxin pulled her close.
