Chuxia curved her lips into a smile toward Zheng Rourou, her voice sweet, "Oh, I forgot to say, I am Shi Che's wife, Ling Chuxia."
Chuxia's calm voice slipped into Zheng Rourou's ears, causing her eyes to widen in disbelief, "How is that possible? Let me tell you... there's a limit to lying...."
Zheng Rourou hadn't finished her sentence when Ling Chuxia directly responded, "Do you want me to show you the marriage certificate?"
Perhaps it was because Ling Chuxia was too composed, too serene, that Zheng Rourou's originally scornful words, halfway through, could not continue. Could it be that the woman before her was truly Shi Che's wife?
After all, Zheng Rourou had never seen Shi Che dine alone with any woman before, not even herself had been given such treatment. With this thought, her heart shook slightly.
