The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

I……

Ning Feng's cheek twitched, and he was about to explain when Jiang Wan stopped him.

"Ah, I was just expressing my feelings; I didn't really expect an answer from you."

Jiang Wan waved her hand and looked at Ning Feng, who was somewhat flustered, with a mischievous smile.

Feeling panicked?

"When I tell you you've changed, do you think I'm going to say I no longer like you as you are?"

Hugging her legs, she stuck her tongue out at Ning Feng.

"No, that's not true."

With a playful laugh, the childhood sweetheart revealed her pearly white teeth.

"I like it, I've always liked it."

Laughing without a care in the world, Jiang Wan playfully threw a blunt, undisguised question at Ning Feng.

Then, sink it.

"I love you, no matter what you become, I will always love you."

Because it's you, that's why I love you.

"Do you think Shirin and I would fight to the death?"

"I don't care what other people think."

Smiling at Ning Feng, Jiang Wan said meaningfully:

You can't leave me behind.

"I'm a very pure woman, you know."

"I don't care about anything else."

---Aside---

Good luck on the college entrance exam!

Although I think it's really not good to still be watching it now...

Hey, hey, hey, stop watching! Go to sleep!

Come on! ! !

It'll be featured tomorrow, a small recommendation that's better than nothing, but it'll be the only recommendation. Good luck!

Give me all the tips and tricks you can, then you can beat me up with money!

Chapter 175 The So-Called Childhood Sweethearts (It will be featured tomorrow, please support me!)

"Have you heard? Anthony's sweet talk was so cheesy that his fiancée was sick of hearing it!"

"Uh, Anthony from the Yin family?"

"Correct!"

"I remember his fiancée was... Sophie from Jasmine's family, right? Wasn't she a diplomat in Parliament back then? Seriously?"

"Of course! How could this be fake?"

"What are you talking about? It doesn't sound the same to me."

"Huh? Isn't that how it is?"

"The version I heard was that his perfume was so strong that it made everyone present throw up."

"This... I can only say, he truly lives up to his reputation!"

"Hahahaha, this Anthony always manages to pull off something like this, it's quite amusing."

"Indeed, indeed, hahaha..."

……

……

The room was silent. Sophie, wearing glasses, finished reading the report, put it aside expressionlessly, and picked up a new one to continue.

She read through the documents one by one at a time, her expression unchanged.

The room was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, making it difficult to even breathe.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

"...Ahem, Sophie, are you angry?"

The blond, blue-eyed Anthony sat upright on the sofa, finally unable to resist raising his hand and clearing his throat as he asked:

Have I caused you trouble?

“If I hadn’t embarrassed you back then, you wouldn’t have vomited so painfully.”

"It's all my fault that you've become a laughing stock."

"Punish me! I'll accept any punishment!"

His words were sincere, his voice was emotional, and his expression was genuinely genuine. Anthony begged Sophie for forgiveness with immense remorse.

There was no response; Sophie continued reviewing the document rapidly as if she hadn't heard anything.

She frowned and closed her eyes after reading another report, as if she didn't want to see anything dirty.

"Ugh……"

Taking off her glasses and opening her eyes, Sophie looked at her fiancé sitting upright on the sofa in front of her.

In terms of appearance, Anthony is impeccable; even Sophie, who is used to seeing handsome men, could not find fault with his face.

As the eldest son of the direct line, Anthony perfectly inherited the characteristics that the Yin family was proud of, and he was extremely handsome.

The only regrettable thing is that disgustingly affected expression at that moment.

With her puppy-dog-like, moist eyes and delicate features, she exudes an aura that can soften the hearts of mature women.

But it's a pity.

This didn't work for Sophie, who truly knew his true nature.

Not only does it not add points, it actually makes me feel nauseous.

"It's okay, don't worry, this isn't just polite talk."

Sophie remained calm, picked up a few reports from the ones she had already read, and pointed to them, saying:

"As I thought, nobles are indeed very idle. In such a short time, your loss of composure has already spread to all the families."

Blinking, a sad Anthony blinked in confusion, as if he had just heard something amiss.

Wait... about my loss of composure?

"Yes, that's yours."

Sophie used a quill pen to circle and mark the key points on the report.

"Under my arrangement, you are responsible for 90% of the dozen or so versions of the rumors circulating now."

"The remaining 10% are 'I hate you so much I want to vomit' and 'You smell terrible,' which are obviously unreliable rumors."

"Nine parts true, one part false; I believe they will have their own judgment."

Sophie smiled and gracefully shook her head:

"After all, I just look down on you, not that I hate you."

Anthony: "…………"

"The situation is under control now. If you don't take the initiative to cause trouble, this matter will just be left like this."

"You already have so many messes to deal with, one more won't make a difference."

She bound the reports together and threw them directly in front of Anthony.

"Also, don't put on this act in front of me. Be normal."

Don't try that.

"Those lonely and empty ladies fall for your act, but I'm sorry, I can be very popular."

Without any mercy, Sophie's smile vanished, replaced by blatant resistance as she looked at Anthony with disdain.

Don't go crazy here!

They can be considered childhood sweethearts, having been engaged since childhood. They have been dating for almost thirty years and know each other's personalities very well.

Even though she seems sincere and innocent, her fiancé is actually a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Oh dear, how could you think of your fiancé like that?"

Without picking up the report in front of him, Anthony looked up at it.

Anthony seemed unfazed by Sophie's disdain, maintaining his pitiful demeanor as he shook his head in anguish.

"That's really sad."

Despite saying this, Anthony's expression gradually returned to normal, a hint of arrogance and mockery appearing on his lips.

"Phew, that makes sense. I don't need to hide anything from you."

He draped his arms over the back of the sofa, stretched his long legs out, and lazily surveyed the room's decor. After a while, he smacked his lips and said:

"Your family is as hypocritical as ever. You clearly earn so much money, yet you always decorate your rooms so... simply."

Although it appears simple on the surface, those who truly understand the craft can discern the exquisite materials and combinations used in its details.

However, these details, which only a few people can see, are called cultural heritage.

In most people's eyes, the Jasmine family, despite holding the title of the richest among the nobility, is just putting on a hypocritical show.

"It's just for show, for shallow people like you in the family, who are as superficial as ever."

Sophie didn't react to Anthony's words, so she casually retorted, glancing at his profile as she said: