Ning Ruixi's lips curved slyly as she gazed into the distance, seemingly lost in reminiscence, and only after a long while did she turn back and sigh faintly, "I guess it's fate, who hasn't loved a few jerks when they were young? Back in my naïve days, I would always get tangled up with some real pieces of work."
Chen Lu had already guessed that the man named Tang Yacheng had some sort of emotional entanglement with Ning Ruixi, but she did not expect her to admit it so bluntly, and in such a manner, no less. Love? Was that man, someone Ruixi had loved before?
Why did that statement make her feel so uncomfortable?
Chen Lu's forehead furrowed with vexation and, after some time, she spoke discontentedly, "Ruixi, your taste used to be so poor? I'm just glad I know the you of now, your husband seems pretty great. That kind of man is what I call a real good man, someone worthy of being liked by someone like you."