"Miss here used to be a heiress of a prominent family, dominating the scene. I never took the likes of Jiang Wei or Tang Yan seriously. In Ningjiang, I could walk around with my head held high. Even if your sister He Jiayi came, I would still put up a fight."
Jin Mo, when sober, always hung her head low, her face was the epitome of serenity; but once drunk, even the boisterous Cathy felt ashamed in comparison.
She had returned from abroad, so she wasn't too familiar with the Jin Family's situation, but Jin Mo didn't seem like she was joking.
"Actually, I like Shen Hongyi. Nobody knows that, I've only told you," Cathy burped from the alcohol and shared her feelings with a bitter smile.
Having a crush used to seem ridiculous to her; if you really liked someone, you should bravely go after them.
When she first met Shen Hongyi, it was in the lobby of his former company's building. He was in a crumpled suit, hair a mess, beard unshaven—as destitute as one could be.