Meng Qianqian was stunned by the sheer audacity of his face.
Had he never heard a single honest word since he was a child? Was his entire world built on sycophants and flatterers, fostering this blind, inflated self-confidence?
Lu Lingxiao stared at her fixedly: "Why aren't you saying anything? Have I struck a nerve?"
Meng Qianqian sneered coldly, "Lu Lingxiao, your body may have come to the border, but clearly your brain stayed behind in the Capital City. Do you think everyone sees you as your grandmother or your precious Wan'er does—like some unparalleled treasure? You ask me if I regret it? The only regret I have is being too young at the time, unable to change my fate, and forced by family arrangements to marry you. If I could go back five years, I'd rather drag a husband off the street than ever marry into your Lu Family!"
Lu Lingxiao's face darkened: "You—"
