You deserve the best.

Mu Yazhe slowly raised his head and looked at her. Seeing that there was no admiration and only intolerance in his eyes, Mu Wanrou's heart turned cold.

"Take it off."

One heartless command from him pinned her to the spot in utter embarrassment.

"Why?"

"Did I give you permission to wear this?" He snorted.

Her face turned stiff and ugly.

She did not understand; he had always given in to her demands. She could have whatever she wanted. He always spoiled her and would agree to anything she asked for – even if it was unreasonable.

Why was he suddenly so cold and distant toward her?

"Why? Why must I take it off? You mean I can't compare to her? That b*tch—"

"Take it off. I'll give you five minutes to change into another dress." With that, he fixed his gaze on his wristwatch. He was counting the time down.

"I won't!" She was on the verge of tears. "I like this. I am going to wear this to the gala tonight!"