On the contrary, a woman like Su Wanyue is the kind who leaves a lingering, endless aftertaste.
He walked slowly upstairs, lit a cigarette at the doorway, and sighed:
"Su Wanyue is gone. Even though I didn’t manage to get her, at least your plan was a success. Who knows, perhaps by tomorrow, Su Wanyue will be divorced from that live-in son-in-law."
Chapter 65