Yun Jiao sneered, "Before today, I hadn't exchanged a single word with Mr. Yan. How do you know I have any intentions?"
"It's just your own imagination."
Yan Beichen raised an eyebrow, "Imagination?"
"That word is interesting."
Yun Jiao replied, "I know Mr. Yan has always been forceful with women. I feel sorry for you; although you have a household full of women, not one follows you willingly."
Yan Beichen shook his head, "You're wrong. They follow me and live a life of luxury. They see me as their god."
Yun Jiao chuckled lightly, "They don't see you as a god; they're afraid of you. No, it's not you they're afraid of, but the power behind you."
"Imagine, one day, when you lose your power, how do you think those women will treat you?"
Yan Beichen said in a deep voice, "That day will never come."
Yun Jiao shook her head, "No one can guarantee they will always hold power, but that's just your first sorrow."
