At this, a cold sneer touched Liu Ergou's lips.
"Since that's how it is, don't blame me for being rude!"
With those words, Liu Ergou reached out and fiercely grabbed Zhang Yuehong.
His grasp elicited an involuntary, soft moan from her.
Zhang Yuehong was over thirty this year, at an age often described as voracious. Faced with the robust and virile Liu Ergou, she found it difficult to resist. The last shred of reason in her heart, however, screamed that she couldn't do this. It would be a betrayal of Fu Yan. If she went through with it, all the wealth and status she had fought so hard for would go up in smoke.
Originally, Zhang Yuehong was just a secretary working under Fu Yan. Her good looks, eloquence, and impressive figure had landed her the position. After becoming his secretary, she began to set her sights on him.
If I can marry Fu Yan, my life will be one of endless splendor and wealth. My status will soar, and I'll be able to have anything I desire, won't I?
