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"Who are you?!"

Having grown up listening to all sorts of praise and complints, and spoiled with a princess complex, she absolutely could not allow anyone prettier than her to exist.

"You’re asking who I am? I’m asking who you are. Oh right, I rember now, last ti you said you were so Nia sothing or other, and your dad was so earwax or whatever. Nas and people, both equally annoying." Wen Xiao’ai scrunched her small nose with a look of disdain.

"My father is Wells. You are not allowed to be disrespectful to him." The girl was very angry, her hatred towards Wen Xiao’ai growing stronger.

Wishing she could make her disappear from this world right now.

"I don’t care what you’re called. Let tell you, Jun Moyan is mine, from head to toe including every strand of hair. Don’t co looking for him anymore; he only loves . If you dare show up in front of him again, you’ll see how I deal with you!"

Even though her height wasn’t great, the princess’s aura and presence were still very strong.

The man at the desk couldn’t help but curl his lips slightly, his eyes full of love stayed fixed on Wen Xiao’ai from the mont she stepped out of the lounge, never looking away for even a second.

"...What did you say?"

The girl couldn’t believe her ears at Wen Xiao’ai’s words and looked at the man at the desk, only to see Jun Moyan’s eyes completely focused on Wen Xiao’ai.

This type of gaze, she had never seen before.

Could it be that... he really married?

Impossible, the outside world clearly says he’s never even had a girlfriend.

"...Moyan, who is this woman?"

Her tone completely questioning, this girl really couldn’t see the situation clearly and took herself too seriously.

Honestly, with how often she faced hostility and setbacks from Jun Moyan and received such treatnt, her high self-esteem at tis made her want to kill Jun Moyan.

But anger aside, he was such an excellent and perfect man, she was really reluctant to take any action.

If Jun Moyan beckoned her, even ambiguously, she would definitely cling to him again.

Similarly, such an excellent man, if she couldn’t have him, she wouldn’t let anyone else have him either.

She absolutely would not allow sothing she set her eyes on to be taken by soone else; she would rather destroy it.

Her feelings towards Jun Moyan were more possessiveness than love.

"Shut up, you are not allowed to call him Moyan!"

Wen Xiao’ai glared angrily at the girl, seeing her eyes glued to Jun Moyan’s face, she stepped two paces to the left to block her view.

"...What’s your relationship with him?"

"I sleep next to him every day; what do you think our relationship is?!" Wen Xiao’ai slightly raised her small chin, affirming her sovereignty.

The dozen bodyguards nearby silently gave Wen Xiao’ai a thumbs up.

Thinking, the president’s wife is really sothing.

"Impossible, what are you? You’re not worthy of Moyan!" The girl’s eyes turned red with anger.

Wen Xiao’ai put her small hands on her waist, putting all her effort into her words: "You are sothing, your whole family is, Feng Liyan said the toad wants to eat swan at, and they an you. Call him Moyan one more ti, and this princess will break your mouth."

Wen Xiao’ai’s face was flushed with anger, cat ears practically popping out in fury.

"Damn cheap woman, you must have seduced Moyan, he would never choose you..."

"Slap."

Wen Xiao’ai raised her hand, landing a slap directly on the girl’s face.

"Call out again."

"You, you..." Within less than ten minutes of being slapped by two people, the girl was completely dazed.

This slap left everyone present, except for Jun Moyan, utterly shocked.

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