Just as Leng Xing finished speaking, a sharp slap echoed throughout the café.
"This slap is for your filthy mouth!"
Feng Jingxuan observed Wen Xiangyang's seething rage ignited by Leng Xing's snide remark. A shadow of amusement flashed across his eyes as he curled his lips into a sly smile. He stepped up to Leng Xing, raised his slender fingers, and tilted up Leng Xing's chin.
With a pretty face and a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he said mockingly, "Honey, even if there's seduction involved, it's your BOSS seducing my woman. When I was thirteen, I swore that I'd marry none other than Xiangyang in this lifetime."
Wen Xiangyang never believed a word Feng Jingxuan said. The two had crossed paths a few times during college, but each encounter had ended on a sour note. Especially when she recalled how every time she saw Feng Jingxuan, he always had a different woman in his arms. Yet Shan Yuyan still foolishly clung to this scumbag with unwavering devotion.