"Why does that mistress look a bit familiar?"
Listening to the discussions of the noblewomen, Zhao Xuan felt extremely elated. She was just too brilliant — with just a few words, she had caused Mu Qingli to fall into complete disgrace, becoming a rat across the street that everyone shouted down.
Mu Qingli just watched Zhao Xuan, her serene face showing not even the slightest ripple. After a moment, she slowly spoke, "Zhao Xuan, did you say your boyfriend is Mr. Fu?"
"Yes!" Zhao Xuan nodded firmly.
Mu Qingli smiled lightly, "But how do I remember the illustrious Mr. Fu personally announcing in front of multiple media outlets that he would never marry? When did you become his girlfriend?"
At these words, the noblewomen's eyes lit up, and they began to discuss in low voices as if remembering something, "Right, right, right, I know about that, I remember it even made the headlines at the time."
"It seems to be true, I remember now too!"
"You can still find it on the phones now!"