She was originally a mistress, so Chen Feng didn't have high expectations for Xiao Ya.
He wasn't very opposed to the ambition she exhibited.
To think she fancied him for his good looks and charismatic personality would only mean he was too narcissistic.
In the end, it was his money that caught her eye.
Of course, it was now a commodity-driven society where emotions could be bought and sold. As an adult, a man who had been divorced, Chen Feng had already lost faith in relationships.
Thus, for a woman who begged to be his mistress, he harbored no great hopes.
Still, Xiao Ya didn't measure up to Sun Xiaorui in many respects, which somewhat disappointed him.
It made Chen Feng start to miss Sun Xiaorui.
After all, one cost fifty thousand a month, and the other thirty thousand; it seemed fair.
The next morning, Xiao Ya got up early to look for a job at a tea shop.
