The key was Sheng Ning's demeanor, which was also excellent, serene like a quiet orchid, her laugh full of vitality. No signs of inferiority, arrogance, condescension, or pettiness could be seen in her. Instead, there was an irresistible charm about her.
"Cuifen," Sheng Ning looked into Qin Cuifen's eyes and said seriously, "You came to me just to show off, didn't you? To boast about Shen Jianguo coming to see you tonight? To flaunt that you like him and fortunately, he likes you back, and even more, to boast that you are the future wife of a Research Institute, and that I would be beneath you forever."
Every word struck to the core, hitting right where it hurt.
Qin Cuifen's face turned pale in an instant, and she looked at her in horror. "How did you know Shen Jianguo was here?" She regretted the question as soon as she asked it—wasn't this question an indirect admission of what Sheng Ning had just accused her of?
This bitch was clearly scheming against her.