In this life, he hadn't betrayed me yet. He hadn't held Jiang Xinyue in his arms. He hadn't ruined me.
A small knot of unease formed in my stomach. I hoped he would just forget what I said. But even if he asked, I would just blame his shameless behavior on the set. Offering another woman a handkerchief while his so-called girlfriend was still standing there.
That makes him worthy of my hate and those words, right?
Just as my thoughts settled on that decision, the door opened. "Are you okay?" Yun Si asked gently as she stepped inside.
I straightened, nodding. "Yes."
She handed me a small bottle of juice. I hadn't realized how dry my throat was until the first sip slid down. The sweetness helped steady me.
She sat on the edge of the sofa, studying my face. "Xiyu, I'm going to ask you directly. What is going on between you and Boss Mo?"
"Nothing," I replied immediately.
Her frown deepened. "He seems interested in you."
"That's his problem."
