Hearing An Sijia's last words, Ye Sheng's eyes suddenly tightened. An Ran is leaning on Lu Yi again? How could it be? Not long ago she was seen with a soldier, and now she's back with Lu Yi? Indeed, she is a fickle woman.
Ye Sheng's fists clenched involuntarily, the anger in his heart almost consuming him.
The treasure he once held in the palm of his hand, in his eyes, was so pure and beautiful. In order not to break that beauty, he treaded carefully around her, restrained himself over and over, and even sought out other women rather than touch her.
But now he learned that the treasure he held in his hand was merely an illusion. She pretended to be pure and innocent in front of him, but once she was away from him, she couldn't wait to throw herself into another man's arms, to perform for others for money. How could he not be jealous? How could he not hate?
Doesn't he, Ye Sheng, have money? Why did she treat him like this?
