Jiang Ying Yue (34)

The other girl said it in a very relaxed and natural manner. Yet conviction was there. She was extremely serious about it. Apart from that, when Jiang Ying Yue looked at the other provocatively, there was an indistinguishable aura on her which would remind anyone of a tigress. Fierce. Dangerous. Territorial.  

'Chen Wang is mine.'

'Even if he's not yet mine, I won't give him to anyone!'

'I'll make him fall for me. I'll make him only look at me! I'm confident I can do it!'

Jiang Ying Yue's voice rang in her mind with these words. Sheng Lingxin was that stunned upon hearing Jiang Ying Yue's declaration. Because no useless courtesies and flowery speeches were included in her remark, it sounded so blunt, leaving no room for any other interpretation apart from what was intended to be conveyed.   

'Is this really that meek and delicate woman who tried to take her life in that grand chamber?'