She was still a student, and even though she had faced Zheng Xiang's brutal beatings, she had never experienced such humiliation. Yang Yi had shed his sheepskin now to reveal the "harmless" appearance, his vulgar behavior typical of a rich second-generation was in full display.
"At best, you are a she-rat who came to me today saying you like me, hoping that I would play the fool and pay off your debt." Yang Yi stubbed out his cigarette and slowly approached Zhou Yao. He said, "Let me see. You're using my wife's make-up and wearing my wife's nightgown while declaring your love for her husband."
That nightgown was his own secret possession, he had hoped to persuade Meng Xiao to try it on someday. His dream was wrecked, the gown was soiled now.