If one were not truly, deeply in love, how could one be so self-abasing? She ought to have been a flower on a high peak, admired and looked up to by all!
Hearing the whispers around her, Bai Mengyan lowered her eyes, a flicker of triumph igniting within. This was exactly the result she had wanted. That man was right: being married meant little when divorce was always an option. Su Yuchen might be infatuated with that bland, simple fare for now, but in time, he would realize that a man of his stature was meant for the finest delicacies.
"Yuchen, my hand is getting sore. Won't you have a taste?" Bai Mengyan’s usual flamboyant demeanor had vanished, replaced by a show of downcast, submissive grace.
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