"He won't fall for Li Qianrui, she's just a spoiled and willful heiress!" Su Zhishui retorted jealously.
"Zhishui, don't forget, Li Qianrui is now Zhou Jin's wife, and you have no idea what they do behind closed doors at night. Some heiresses are quite provocative deep down, and men like that type."
A swarm of ants seemed to crawl in Su Zhishui's heart. What exactly did Zhou Jin and Li Qianrui do at night, did they, like any other couple... have sex?
Thinking of Zhou Jin's lazy yet refined demeanor, and his fair and handsome face, he didn't seem interested in romantic escapades, but the more such a persona existed, the more it would stir a young girl's heart and set her imaginations wild.
"Mommy, what should I do now?" Su Zhishui asked Wang Cuiqin for help.
"Zhishui, let me ask you, do you like Zhou Jin?"
Su Zhishui's face immediately turned red. Although she had always liked Feng Yueming, deep down in her heart, she liked Zhou Jin too; she liked both men.
