Xu Yingying froze as Xia Yuqing's fingers clamped tightly around her chin, forcing her to meet her cold, furious gaze. Gone was the grace, elegance, and patience she had learned over the years. At this moment, all she felt was anger and disgust.
"You think throwing yourself at a married man makes you desirable?" she sneered, her voice sharp as a knife. "You think showing your chest and whining like some stray dog makes you special? Pathetic."
Xu Yingying winced, but Xia Yuqing wasn't finished.
Her grip tightened as she leaned in closer. "You want to be a homewrecker? Then at least try to look the part. All I see is a desperate tramp in designer knock-offs."
Xu Yingying's face twisted in humiliation and rage. Her voice trembled. "He was mine before you—!"
PAK!
The sound of the slap echoed through the office.
Xu Yingying stumbled back, her palm flying to her cheek in shock. "You—"
