Shen Xiaochen suddenly felt impulsive; she walked two steps closer to Su Wanxin and lowered her voice.
"You look quite decent. I happen to know some friends who are looking for a wild model to have fun with; would you consider it? As for the price, I can help you get a higher rate."
Su Wanxin maintained a straight face as she listened to her continue.
"But don’t get your hopes too high, after all, you’re second-hand goods. However, if you can accept group action, the price can be raised a bit more."
If she could get hold of Su Wanxin’s nude photos, her life would be utterly hopeless.
Su Wanxin patiently stopped Mu Suyu, who was already about to roll up her sleeves and throw punches, and stared at Shen Xiaochen’s face, asking, "Haven’t had enough beating?"
"What?"
Shen Xiaochen seemed not to understand what she was saying, and suspiciously asked back.
"It seems I didn’t hit you hard enough last time. Do you want to try again and see if today I can beat you until even your mother won’t recognize you?"
Su Wanxin didn’t expect such vulgar words to come from her mouth but grew cautious, feeling that if Shen Xiaochen could say such things, she was very likely to take action.
Knocking herself out and giving herself to some man for free—she’d absolutely do such a thing.
Su Wanxin mentioned the last time she hit her, which made Shen Xiaochen so angry that her shoulders trembled.
And Su Wanxin, from an early age due to Fu Shihan’s influence, had sharpened her sarcasm skills, far more than just this. She couldn’t physically act out in this setting, at least... not be the first to make a move.
"It seems Fu Shihan’s denial has hit you hard, Miss Shen. I really don’t know if I should ask, but has your so-called romance with Fu Shihan always been just your own wishful thinking?"
Su Wanxin’s words struck a nerve in Shen Xiaochen’s heart. She endured but ultimately couldn’t hold back and growled, "What are you talking about?"
"Stating the facts," Su Wanxin said innocently. "I heard that Fu Shihan denied any relationship with you openly. Does your face hurt? Weren’t you always assuming the role of Fu Shihan’s fiancée?"
Su Wanxin’s words were heart-wrenching, and soon Shen Xiaochen was provoked to anger.
Su Wanxin watched her with a smile, keeping an eye on her shoulder movements.
As soon as Shen Xiaochen raised her hand to strike, she would be ready to splash the drink she hadn’t yet had time to consume right into her face.
Their interaction had undoubtedly caught the attention of many people; Su Wanxin was fearless and unconcerned since there were no acquaintances around.
But for Shen Xiaochen, even if she wasn’t Fu Shihan’s fiancée, she was still the Shen family’s young mistress.
The Shen family, though not a top-tier wealthy family in the Imperial Capital, definitely qualified as affluent, making Shen Xiaochen a legitimate second-generation rich.
Su Wanxin remained calm, her lips slightly curled and a cold gleam flashing in her eyes.
Just as Shen Xiaochen was about to act, before Su Wanxin could move, someone else had already made a move.
"Ah!!"
Shen Xiaochen screamed, her raised hand still hovering mid-air.
Su Wanxin stepped back, looking at the two glasses of red wine splashed on her, a bit dumbfounded.
Is Shen Xiaochen that hated? So many enemies?
The two glasses of wine came from different directions; one was from Mu Suyu behind Su Wanxin, and the other was...
"Oh my, sorry!"
A voice unfamiliar to Su Wanxin came from beside her; she looked curiously and recognized the face.
Sheng Qian, a popular top actress domestically. Beautiful with great acting skills, young yet already won several best actress awards; the TV drama Su Wanxin had been watching at home during the day starred her.