Tang Yacheng had now realized that something was amiss with Ning Ruixi, but he didn't think too much about it. In front of Ning Ruixi, he had always been self-centered, knowing that occasional attention to her would yield long-lasting admiration and adoration in her eyes.
Tang Yacheng was well aware that he didn't actually like Ning Ruixi. He was used to the fiery roses, not the wildflowers swaying in the wind by the roadside. However, no man could resist the completely devoted gaze of a woman, and the feeling of being treated like a deity was something he enjoyed immensely.
He was accustomed to doing as he pleased yet demanded Ning Ruixi to treat everything about him as her entire world. Now that he noticed something was wrong with Ning Ruixi, he didn't give it much thought, or rather, his mind had always been stingy about pausing to consider this girl who loved him wholeheartedly.