"Wife, there’s a woman trying to seduce me, but I didn’t even spare her a glance, you know," he said.
Sun Shasha’s expression stiffened, her gaze moving to the woman Rong Shaoze had his arms around, her face flushing red in an instant.
Lin Xinlan gave Sun Shasha a faint look and then turned to Rong Shaoze.
With a slight smile tugging at her lips, she said kindly, "Why didn’t you take a look? The girl is quite pretty."
Upon hearing this, Sun Shasha confidently puffed out her chest and shot Lin Xinlan a triumphant look.
In her view, she had a better figure, a prettier face, and whiter skin—there was no way this woman could compare to her.
She wanted to show this handsome guy that she was much more beautiful than his wife.
"Is that so?" Rong Shaoze feigned puzzlement as he sized up Sun Shasha, but after one glance, he quickly averted his eyes with disdain.
He said with utmost contempt, "Wife, this kind of woman who’s all chest and no brain is clearly a prostitute. There’s nothing about her that compares to you. No, how could she even be worthy to compare with you? She’s not even fit to carry your shoes. Others like her can be found everywhere if you have the money. One of my buddies spent five hundred on a hooker last time who was prettier than her. I’d say she isn’t even worth a hundred for a night."
"What did you say?!" Sun Shasha’s eyes widened in shock, her face turning pale with rage.
Which man hadn’t praised her beauty and cuteness? Which hadn’t wanted to curry favor and get close to her?
This man actually said she wasn’t worth a hundred for a night—it was such an insult!
Rong Shaoze cast her a cold glance, not mincing his words at all, "Wife, her double eyelids look surgically done. And her chest, that’s silicone, right? Oh, and her nose has been filled, even her eyes have been surgically enhanced to look bigger. Her face too, so stiff, must be from hyaluronic acid injections. Guess how old she is? I bet she’s at least forty. Auntie, getting old isn’t your fault, but turning yourself into an inflatable doll, that’s on you. Don’t you know the more vulgar a woman acts, the more nauseating she is to look at?"
"You... you..." Sun Shasha pointed a trembling finger at him, too furious to utter a word.
Her face, whether from shame or anger, turned a deep crimson, looking quite sickening indeed.
Lin Xinlan shifted her gaze away indifferently, saying in an even tone, "Let’s go, or else I won’t have any appetite later."
Rong Shaoze quickly turned his head to look at her, his eyes sparkling; he almost couldn’t resist giving her a vigorous kiss, wanting to shout, "Wife, you’re too awesome!"
Suppressing a smile, he wrapped his arm around her tenderly and said, "Let’s go, or else I’ll lose my appetite too."
As their eyes met, a silent understanding passed between them, and a subtle feeling arose in their hearts.
Without another glance at Sun Shasha, they turned and walked away. Sun Shasha sat down abruptly and burst into loud sobs.
Lin Xinlan’s eyebrows didn’t crease in the slightest, and Rong Shaoze cared even less about her crying.
Sitting in the restaurant, recalling the scene that had just transpired, a faint smile curled the corners of her mouth.
Who would have thought Rong Shaoze could be so venomously tongued?
The man thoughtfully placed peeled shrimp on her plate, seeing her trying to hold back a smile, he laughed and asked, "How come you haven’t asked me who she is?"
Lin Xinlan suppressed her smile and tentatively asked, "Is she... a mistress that old master Rong keeps on the side?"