Chapter 447: Tearing Fight

Ye Shiqing stared at the marks on the woman's body in a self-torturing way, her pupils tightening repeatedly, as she sat rigidly.

As if she had gone stupid.

"Hey..."

The little celebrity felt a chill from that gaze, pulling the quilt over herself but intentionally leaving half of her chest exposed, a coquettish posture so tantalizing that it would make any man's blood boil.

"What, what's wrong with you? It's just sleeping with your husband. We agreed beforehand, if I sleep with him, he'd help me get a significant role in The Empress's Killing, that's all."

Ye Shiqing's face turned frightfully grim, her eyes filled with malice. She suddenly stood up, standing by the bed and staring at the little celebrity, her face still pale as if she were a fierce ghost.

"Why are you clinging to him?"

"Didn't I just say—"

Slap!

Ye Shiqing hit her across the face.

"Why are you clinging to him! Why did you choose him! Why did you go to his bed! Why!"