I knew Mrs. Zheng was insulting me in a roundabout way, thinking she was someone special to bring up the past.
Having seen so many burn our bridges after crossing, I was used to it, too. Every time, when interests aligned or split, I was always at the bottom of the food chain.
Someone like me, from a high and mighty young lady to a man's plaything—these high-society women, even if they showed me some respect for Cheng Yu's sake.
But deep down they despised me, so the moment Cheng Yu ran into trouble, they'd stomp on me in an instant, afraid others might mistake them for having any association with me.
But having swallowed my pride so many times, this time I suddenly didn't want to endure it anymore, "Mrs. Zheng, you got something wrong, this 'cat' belongs to someone else."
"A pet's a pet, even if it's someone else's. If it gets killed one day, at most you just pay some money for it," Mrs. Zheng's icy gaze seemed to pierce through me.