Her tone was coyly submissive, yet she spoke with the air of the rightful wife.
She had confidence; this house was a gift from Zhou Luchen to her. Not driving Lu Siyuan away was because she had long held back a swelling jealousy. The glittering superstar on screen would often mock her behind her back, calling her a mistress.
Upon seeing Zhou Luchen appear, Lu Siyuan panicked and rose to her feet, her face turning ghostly pale, so much that even expensive blush couldn't hide it.
She still remembered his warning: Don't cause trouble, don't make a scene. Yet she couldn't restrain her jealousy and had crazily come looking for trouble.
Lu Siyuan's lips quivered as she whispered an explanation, "I came to see you; I didn't expect Miss Shen to be here."
Zhou Luchen, with one hand in his pocket, every inch the affluent elite in his fine suit and shoes, observed coldly, his face expressionless.
