Chapter Eighty-Three: Misunderstanding

"So, you've been deceiving him."

"I am not a heartless woman. Every man I've met promised to buy me out of this place, yet here I remain in Tianxiang Building. Imagine if I believed every promise, wouldn't I be weeping in disappointment every day? Please see this clearly, sir." Su Mei prostrated with decorum, no trace left of the seductive allure from earlier.

Yet, these words were like a knife twisting in their hearts. A courtesan is not heartless, but after being deceived repeatedly, it's natural to become untrusting. Perhaps, in her eyes, Tu Tong was nothing more than another liar.

Hearing Su Mei's words, Hua Ji lost control again with teary eyes. "But Tu is indeed planning to marry you!"

Su Mei sneered: "When men are smitten, there's nothing they can't utter. They pledge eternal love, only when the night of pleasure ends. We courtesans are only footnotes, people of your status might even find us despicable. Who would want to marry us then?"