Counterfeit

Yan Rouxi scoffed, folding her arms. "Jealous? Why would Gu Yixuan get jealous? He doesn't love me."

Xia Yuqing arched a brow. "He's a man. You're his fiancée. If you bring another guy on your date, his ego is bound to take a hit."

Yan Rouxi smirked, mischief dancing in her eyes. "Which is exactly the point! I already know how he'll react. He'll take one look, get pissed, and walk out. Just like that, poof—date over. Easy peasy."

She flipped her hair dramatically and chuckled. "And if he tries something else, well… too bad for him. He brought this on himself. I warned him. He didn't listen. So he shouldn't blame me for what happens next. Now, enough about that jerk. Let's focus on something important—finding me a killer dress."

Xia Yuqing grinned. "Now, that's a mission I can get behind."