Jiang Mengxue lowered her hand, and indeed, there was a bright red fingerprint mark on her fair cheek.
Si Ye glanced at it, his eyes darkening, "Chen Zhi, the facts are right before my eyes. Do you think I should close my eyes and choose to believe you? Don't assume that because you are still with me, you can act without fear, behaving recklessly. To put it plainly, you are just a woman I'm keeping. Don't think that just because I dote on you, you can become arrogant because of my favor!"
A sharp pain pierced Chen Zhi's heart as she tasted the hurt and indignation. She felt that she shouldn't care about this man's every move, every word.
She should forget him, completely forget him and revert to the Chen Zhi who used to not care about anything.