“And Huaijin—one call from me, no matter if he’s working or occupied with something else, he’ll drop everything and come right over.
Even…”
The malicious smile in Lin Susu’s eyes brimmed like venomous poison, ready to spill over.
“Even when the two of you are intimate, he’ll leave you and rush to my side.”
Xia Xing unconsciously clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
It was true.
There had been times when she and Gu Huaijin were in the heat of passion, only for him to be called away by a phone call from Lin Susu.
And it had happened more than once.
She had begged Gu Huaijin not to leave.
Gu Huaijin had only said, “Don’t be unreasonable,” before pulling away coldly and leaving.
As if the passion they had shared mere moments before had been nothing but an illusion.
Leaving her flustered, humiliated, and abandoned.
Xia Xing smiled, looking straight at Lin Susu.
“So he left me behind to sleep with you, did he?”
Lin Susu’s expression stiffened almost imperceptibly, quickly regaining her composure.
“Huaijin and I… it’s not as sordid as you imagine.”
She could lie about other things, but not this.
Even if she was Gu Huaijin’s first love, his white moonlight, she had no legitimate standing while he was still married.
People would call her a homewrecker.
Hmph.
Those bitter wives online who could not hold their men’s hearts always stood on their moral high ground, claiming any affection outside marriage was adultery.
But she and Gu Huaijin had met first, from the very beginning.
“Sordid?” Xia Xing repeated the word softly, unruffled.
“If there is nothing between you two, what are you so proud of?
Proud that your relationship is pure and innocent?
Proud that you never bore him a child?
Or… proud that you never married him?”
Lin Susu’s raw wound had been struck, and the smile on her face faded away.
“So what?
Even if I haven’t married him or given him children, if I wanted the moon in the sky, he would find a way to pluck it for me.”
As if remembering something, Lin Susu’s smile returned.
“Sorry, but the wedding you and Huaijin were going to renew has been given to me… That wedding dress was the style I like.
I never thought that after all these years, Huaijin still remembers my preferences…”
Xia Xing raised an eyebrow.
“Is a fake wedding really enough to make you this happy, Ms.
Lin?
If you’re so capable, why don’t you get Gu Huaijin to divorce me and marry you?”
She looked into Lin Susu’s eyes and spoke slowly, each word clear.
“Or is it that you don’t want him to?”
A flash of hatred darted across Lin Susu’s eyes.
A cold, faint smile tugged at her lips.
Ms.
Xia, you really ought to look for the reason within yourself.”
Xia Xing smiled faintly.
“Of course my charm cannot compare with yours.
Gu Huaijin’s sister adores you, his friends are fond of you, Gu Huaijin and Gu Ziting are both head over heels for you.
Even God… favors women like you.”
“Ms.
Lin, should I congratulate you on being so well-liked?”
Lin Susu could plainly hear the sarcasm in Xia Xing’s words.
Xia Xing was taunting her, reminding her that she was dying.
Each woman struck hard at the other’s vulnerabilities.
In the past, Xia Xing would never have said such “uncouth” things.
But now, she had seen the light.
Whoever made her miserable would get the same treatment in return.
Why should she drain herself mentally just to keep others comfortable?
All of a sudden, Lin Susu’s eyes reddened, her look delicate and pitiful.
“Ms.
Xia, I don’t need you to remind me.
I know I don’t have much time left to live.”
“You’re right.
Everything Huaijin gives me is fake… I’m sorry.
That wedding should have been yours…”
Before she finished speaking, an angry roar came from behind Xia Xing.
“What do you mean God favors Susu… Xia Xing, who are you cursing?!”
Xia Xing turned her head and saw three people standing a short distance away.
Zhuang Yi wore a furious expression and strode toward her, looking ready to attack.
“Xia Xing!
How dare you speak to Susu like that!
Do you think you can get away with anything?”
Beside Zhuang Yi, Lu Xingzhou frowned slightly.
“A Yi, calm down.
There might be some misunderstanding…”
Lu Xingzhou’s words were cut short by the enraged Zhuang Yi.
“What misunderstanding?!
You and A Jin must have heard exactly what she just said!
She’s jealous of Susu’s popularity, so she said God favors Susu, cursing Susu to die!”
“This hypocritical woman, always putting on one face in front of people and another behind their backs.
She’s nothing but a drama queen!
“If the three of us hadn’t overheard this just now, we would have been deceived by this vicious woman for who knows how long!”
Zhuang Yi sneered.
“Now I’ve finally caught you red-handed, haven’t I?”
Xia Xing stood there calmly, no trace of guilt or panic on her face.
She had suspected someone was listening the moment Lin Susu put on her tearful act.
There it was again, Lin Susu’s usual trick.
When Lu Xingzhou saw Xia Xing turn around, he nodded at her in greeting, then spoke up again: “A Yi, Ms.
Xia is A Jin’s wife.
Even if she’s done something wrong, it’s not your place to discipline her.”
At Lu Xingzhou’s words, Zhuang Yi halted his steps.
He turned to Gu Huaijin.
“A Jin, you heard what she said just now too.
She’s treating Susu like this.
You’re not going to take her side, are you?”
Gu Huaijin’s handsome face was taut, his thin lips pressed tightly together, cold aura radiating from his body.
“Xia Xing.
Apologize.”
Seeing this, Zhuang Yi laughed gleefully.
“A Jin is furious.
You’re in deep trouble, Xia Xing.
You’re finished.”
Xia Xing shot Zhuang Yi a glance but said nothing.
Lu Xingzhou raised his brows in surprise, wondering if it was just his imagination.
He suddenly felt that Xia Xing today… seemed somehow different from how she used to be.
Normally, she would rush to explain herself at once.
But today, she did not.
Her manner was utterly cold.
Gu Huaijin stared at Xia Xing’s impassive face, his anger flaring hotter.
He had not forgotten what Zhuang Yi had told him earlier—that Xia Xing had come here to seek pleasure.
Married and a mother, yet she would come to a place like this?
“Xia Xing.” Gu Huaijin’s voice was icy.
“Apologize to Susu at once!”
Zhuang Yi fanned the flames beside him.
“What she said was terrible!
She needs to bow ninety degrees!”
Xia Xing tugged at the corner of her lips, unwilling to waste another word on them.
She kept her gaze straight and walked past Gu Huaijin.
As their shoulders brushed, her wrist was suddenly seized.
“Xia Xing.” The man’s dark, frigid voice sounded from above her head.
“I told you to apologize.
Did you hear me?”