Ye Shutong curled her lips: "That’s right, but when it comes down to it, there are only a few standards. What are He Jingyao’s standards that make him so hopelessly in love with you?"
Zhixi thought for a moment, then suddenly smiled and said, "Maybe he just likes the way I perform."
As soon as Zhixi finished speaking, a sudden laugh came from the door of the villa.
She looked in the direction of the sound and was startled to find He Jingyao and Huo Yanhui at the entrance, but they were blocked by two bodyguards.
Despite that, her words were heard clearly by both, causing Huo Yanhui to burst out laughing.
He Jingyao looked at her deeply, his dark eyes full of worry, and when he saw her staring in shock, a hint of a smile appeared.
Seeing her unharmed and boastfully declaring that she "performs well," the heart he had tightly held high somewhat relaxed.
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Ye Shutong remained expressionless.
She turned her gaze to the two at the door and suddenly smiled brightly: "Here? Since you’re here, just wait a moment. Master He, your wife is trying to tell me why you love her and not me. I’m quite curious."
As she spoke, a gun appeared in her hand from nowhere, causing He Jingyao’s face to darken.
Yet he was unclear of Ye Shutong’s intention and could only hold back, his thin lips tightly pursed.
Ye Shutong glanced at Zhixi again: "Young Mistress He, why not continue?"
Zhixi gritted her teeth.
When it was just Ye Shutong in front of her, she could speak frivolously, but with He Jingyao right there...
She thought for a moment and then laughed: "Actually, when it comes down to it, it’s just that I’m particularly lucky. There are so many women in this world, but Jingyao only has impulsive feelings for me. You can’t deny that."
Ye Shutong sneered: "Luck?"
"That’s right, just luck." Zhixi laughed, "Actually, I used to wonder if he liked me simply because he didn’t have other options, but... I thank you for appearing and allowing me to know that I am ultimately the special one. I don’t know the reason, maybe it’s genetic attraction, but the fact remains that he likes me. In his eyes, I’m more beautiful, more adorable than any woman. And you, in the eyes of others—like Second Young Master Huo’s eyes—you are incredibly beautiful and charming, but Jingyao simply isn’t attracted to you. You have to accept it."
"Accept it?" Ye Shutong seemed amused, "That answer can’t convince me, Young Mistress He."
"Miss Ye, you were born smarter, prettier, and richer than most people. Isn’t that fate too? Someone not as smart, pretty, or rich as you can only accept fate. What else can they do, kill you? Like what you’re planning to do to me now?" Zhixi said, her gaze falling on the gun in Ye Shutong’s hand.
Actually, she could understand Ye Shutong’s demons. She had been smart and exceptional since childhood, everything smooth sailing, and whatever she wanted, she always got. So when Jingyao became a surprise, her worldview was about to collapse.
In Zhixi’s eyes, this is an extreme lack of psychological maturity. Only one or two-year-old toddlers think the whole world revolves around them. Zhixi believed that Xiaobao’s mind was probably a bit more mature than hers.
Ye Shutong’s smile faded, and she looked at Zhixi coldly, not speaking for a long time.