1111 Like an Old Friend

Xia Ling held herself at a lower position than ever before. "Miss Wang, Ziheng and I truly love each other, could you please not come between us? Don't get married to him, I'm begging you."

Wang Jingwan raised her threaded brows. "No wonder Ziheng says you're naive. Truly love each other? I think you must've gotten it wrong. If he truly loved you, would he have married me? Miss Xia, all men are attracted by beauty. He was only momentarily appealed by your appearance, that's all. I'm his wife and I haven't even made a scene, who are you to do that?"

Xia Ling shook her head. "No, he really does love me."

Wang Jingwan laughed and looked at her condescendingly. "All of us are aware of what you're trying to do—you just want to marry into a rich family, isn't that it? Let me tell you, Ziheng can never marry you. What right do you have to be his wife?"