Han Xinmei forcefully pressed the remote, turning off the TV.
"Xiao Zhiming, what kind of joke is this? Who do you think understands you? Who do you think I, Han Xinmei, am? A woman with no options? Can't live without you?"
Han Xinmei was so angry she was pacing in circles in the living room. He could find a young and beautiful actress; couldn't she find a young and handsome actor?
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Han Xinmei had already gone to the bathroom to start tidying up and putting on makeup.
That night, outside a famous ya shop, the place was bustling with noise.
Especially in a certain private room, it was even more lively. A group of handsome young men were fawning over a wealthy woman. "Aunt Han, this tastes really good, you have to try it!"
A handsome young man brought a cherry, so dark red it looked almost black, to her lips, waiting for her to taste it.
