'Maybe his original intention wasn't for her to be his mistress. But at the time, Zhou Mochen had given her two hundred thousand yuan, demanded she get together with him, and couldn't even wait a single day—he'd pulled her into bed the very night she moved in.'
To call that string of actions anything other than a kept relationship? No one would believe it.
'So... what on earth happened in her past life that made him burn all his bridges and choose such a sordid beginning for their relationship?'
Deeply puzzled, Xu Su returned to the classroom. It was nearly time for class to start, and there wasn't an empty seat in the Rocket Class.
School had started less than a week ago, but the academic atmosphere in the class was already intense. Everyone looked as tense as if they were taking their college entrance exams the next day.
Influenced by her classmates' diligent attitude, Xu Su instantly pushed aside her stray thoughts.
