I Treat You as My Sister, But You Want to be My Wife?!

Fang Jingwei’s face was iron-blue with anger, just as she was about to speak.

Before she could get a word out, Wu Fengxia spoke again, "I never thought you’d stoop to clinging onto a rich second generation. You always acted so pure and innocent in front of me. I kindly wanted to take you to a bar to meet rich guys, but you refused. Now that I’ve caught you, you can’t pretend anymore, can you?"

Fang Jingwei, her face still iron-blue, said, "Wu Fengxia, don’t talk nonsense. I’m not clinging onto any rich second generation. He’s my classmate!"

Wu Fengxia scoffed, "So what if he’s a classmate? Clinging to a rich second generation classmate makes you more noble than me?"

She glanced at Shen Dong with disdain and said, "It seems like your taste isn’t all that great, going after a rich second generation without choosing someone better. Looking at this man’s clothes and demeanor, his family must have, what, tens of millions at most?"

Fang Jingwei, trembling with rage, responded, "Wu Fengxia, stop spouting nonsense. He is my classmate, and this is his wife. I am here to dine with the couple."

Wu Fengxia’s eyes widened in surprise, exclaiming, "Oh my god, your classmate is already married, and you’re still clinging to him? His wife doesn’t mind and even dines with you? How did your methods become so sophisticated?"

"You..." Fang Jingwei was on the verge of going crazy, her fists clenched tight as she wished she could tear Wu Fengxia’s mouth apart.

"Hahaha..." Wu Fengxia burst into laughter, shaking with mirth, bending forward and backward, drawing side glances from other customers in the restaurant. She didn’t care at all.

"Where did this annoying fly come from, buzzing incessantly? Isn’t it afraid of being swatted to death?"

At that moment, Shen Dong finally spoke up.