Trash, Just Like You

If Gu Zhichuan had not shown a moment of weakness, Wen Yanqing would not have had the opportunity to drive the wedge in.

Gu Zhichuan held his breath, refusing to admit defeat so easily. "Does Gantang know that you're doing this?"

"She doesn't need to know. Even if she did, do you think she would help you?" Wen Yanqing retorted.

Every word hit the nail on its head. Indeed, Gu Zhichuan was unsure whether Lin Gantang would help him. Wen Yanqing was like a feral wolf guarding his territory; he would suffer if he tried to encroach on it.

"You're ridiculous. You don't even have the confidence to compete with me directly," Gu Zhichuan gritted out.

"You don't have to waste your breath provoking me." Wen Yanqing saw through Gu Zhichuan's trick at a glance. "You've already lost; you're just looking for excuses to justify your shamelessness. If you actually have a bottom line, you'd know when to walk away."