Cheng Sisi sneered maliciously, "Ning Xia, that President Wu might be rolling in riches, but although he's been divorced twice and is a bit bald, to a successful man like that, these are unimportant. As long as you are obedient, turn a blind eye to his flings, and bear him some sons, you can ensure a life of wealth and privilege for your latter years."
The words were as piercing as could be.
Ning Xia tugged at the corner of her lips.
Shi Jiayin and Cheng Sisi really don't miss any chance to demean her, do they?
Originally, she didn't want to bother with them, but the words they said were truly irksome.
She was about to retort when suddenly her shoulder was embraced in a protective gesture; then, a low, male voice rang beside her ear, "That bald President Wu or whoever, you marry him yourself. Ning Xia is not some damaged goods to settle for, and mind your language, or don't blame me for bullying a woman!"
