No wonder Ling Chen was infatuated with her.
"You're more important than Hong Luan." Ling Chen hurried up to Xia Chu and held her delicate shoulder, his eyes filled with love for her. "If my father hadn't said that I couldn't marry you unless I married Hong Luan, I would never marry her. She is a shrew and is no match for the loving and caring person you are."
Xia Chu buried her head in Ling Chen's arms, her face delicate and pale, "Young Master Ling, it's my fault. If it weren't for me, you and Miss Hong Luan would have already been married. If Miss Hong Luan doesn't want me to stay here, I'm willing to leave you. As long as you're well, I'm willing to do anything."
The woman raised her head, with tears in her eyes, and her voice was so soft and tender that no man could resist her charm.
