Just as she was about to rush out, she was blocked by Zhao Ziyin, who, at this moment, became eerily calm, "So?"
"Ziyin, it hasn’t been easy for you to get to this point." At last, Wang Shuoming softened his tone, his eyes filled with emotion as he looked at her, "All these years in the entertainment industry, you’ve fought hard to attain your current status. Have I ever said a word? I really do like you, so I don’t mind your... reputation. Otherwise, which man would dare to be with someone like you?"
"Like me, how exactly am I?" Zhao Ziyin scoffed coldly, her sadness giving way to a sense of ridicules!
"You..." Wang Shuoming glanced at her but said nothing. Instead, the woman beside him spoke sharply, "Who doesn’t know our great Zhao Ziyin is beloved by all? You’ve been mingling in the entertainment circle as if it’s your natural habitat, which I deeply admire! Just recently, I heard you even hooked up with a young master of the Mo Family, how glorious that must have been for you! You..."
"Meimei, shut up." Wang Shuoming turned and glared at her. The model named Meimei didn’t dare to continue, but those eyes, outlined with bright eyeliner, still looked at her reluctantly and unwillingly.
Although Wang Shuoming scolded her, he still turned back to say, "Ziyin, my feelings for you haven’t changed over all these years. You needn’t worry about these women; they are nothing but toys, and they can’t shake your place in my heart. Your current fame might be substantial, but with your reputation, it won’t be easy to find another wealthy young man like me."
He was speaking the truth. At this point, Zhao Ziyin had indeed attracted a large fanbase by capitalizing on scandals, but to the prestigious families concerned with reputation, they definitely wouldn’t want a daughter-in-law with a tarnished name.
But the problem was, if others didn’t know what kind of person Zhao Ziyin was, wouldn’t Wang Shuoming know? His words were nothing but excuses for his own greed!
Jian Anning was so furious she wished she could slap him, yet Zhao Ziyin held her back tightly. In such a moment, her heart had turned to ice, and she even retorted with a word, "Then?"
"Ziyin." As if sensing his words had an effect, Wang Shuoming’s expression finally showed a hint of obsession. He stepped forward, "Ziyin, if you don’t like Meimei, I’ll dump her right away! You’re the only irreplaceable one for me. Other women are not worth a single hair on your head!" He also said, "If it weren’t for you not letting me touch you, I wouldn’t have sought others. You don’t know how much you mean to me!"
Jian Anning was so enraged she was about to charge at him, but Zhao Ziyin suddenly stood still. She lowered her head, as if remembering something, and deliberately raised an eyebrow at him, "Is that your entire reason?"
In Wang Shuoming’s gold-wire glasses, a glint of obscurity flashed. He also said, "I heard you met that young master from the Mo Family. Next month, we have a collaboration project to discuss with their company. Since your connections are there, why not help me make contact? We are going to be family after all. Your friends are my friends, right?"
"Shameless!" Jian Anning didn’t hesitate, grabbed a cup of coffee from the table and splashed it over Wang Shuoming’s head!