Yan Ting felt somewhat repelled by being embraced so passionately by another woman. He set down the bottle in his hand, then coldly and unrelentingly pried Chu Tingting's arms from around his waist, turned around, and faced her with a chilling expression: "Chu Tingting, are you really so desperate to throw yourself at me? Do you have any idea how cheap your actions are right now? The vice president's daughter—aren't you supposed to behave better than this? For as long as I can remember, in front of my grandparents and outsiders, haven't you always kept up this air of nobility and pride? Why can't you maintain even a shred of dignified decorum as a lady right now?"
Chu Tingting was utterly shattered by his words, trembling as she looked at the man's cold and merciless demeanor through tear-blurred eyes. Had she really been too forward?
