"You're certainly straightforward," sneered Xie Quan, disdainfully looking at her, "Our family's status is not something you can afford to climb. People should know their place, I advise you to quit while you're ahead."
Quit while you're ahead—this phrase had always been firmly etched in An Jiayi's heart.
She considered herself sensible enough and had never aspired for things that didn't belong to her.
Therefore, she looked at Xie Quan with sufficient calmness and said slowly, "You might have misunderstood. I've already planned on leaving Xie Zhang, and it is not possible for me to be a substitute in his extramarital affair."
Xie Quan was noncommittal about An Jiayi's statement. His gaze was scrutinizing and contemptuous as he said, "Do you think that by saying this now, I will believe you? What I want is not your promise."
An Jiayi's hands clenched into fists, with tears of humiliation in her eyes, "What exactly do you want?"
