If word of this got out, her marriage to Qu Jiarong would be doomed, and the image she had maintained would crumble as well.
"You… how did you know?" As soon as Lin Meixin asked the question, she realized how Liu Hun could possibly be aware of it unless Huang Jiyu had told him, "So… you've worked your way into Huang Jiyu's good graces too!"
"Tsk tsk! It seems you're not so dense after all! A cheap woman like Huang Jiyu isn't worth much money, and since you didn't want her clinging to your brother, wasn't it just perfect that I helped you get rid of her?" Liu Hun said to Lin Meixin with a smile.
"Then… what do you want?" Lin Meixin felt the oppression in Liu Hun's demeanor, and his bluntness about these matters made it clear he didn't care. All of this left her somewhat flustered.
"I know what you want, and you know what you want as well," Liu Hun whispered to Lin Meixin as he leaned in close.
