A bitter, humorless laugh slipped from my throat. So, that's what he thought of me. He didn't even notice the anger on my face. Instead, he kept talking, his voice thick with that familiar arrogance I had once mistaken for confidence.
"I am younger than that man," he said, stepping closer. "I can keep you more happy than that man. I can give you more resources, more connections, more opportunities. So leave him and come to me."
"So that's what this is about?" I scoffed. "You think you can just replace his check with your own?"
"Yes," he nodded.
I stepped closer, glaring up at him. "Then listen carefully, Mo Yuzhen. No amount of money is worth repeating the same mistake twice."
His gaze flickered. "What mistake?"
"Choosing you," I said coldly.
He gave me a confused look. "What are you talking about? Sometimes, I really don't understand. And why do you look at me with so much hate? "
I didn't bother giving him an answer.
How blind had I been in my past life?
