Choosing a "puppy boy"?
Yang Ye couldn't have imagined even with the tips of his toes that Qiao Xiaomai would actually utter these four words, and his body stiffened instantly, "What?"
"Choose a 'puppy boy'," Qiao Xiaomai repeated, taking a deep breath as she explained, "Since Tong Sanlang doesn't treat me as his only one, naturally I can't treat him as my only one either. I'm going to find another man."
"I have money, and I want an obedient one, good-looking, someone who can amuse me and put me on a pedestal," she declared.
"What is a 'puppy boy'?" Yang Ye's phoenix eyes widened with surprise.
"It's like a loyal and obedient domestic dog, but a man—one that's docile and can make me happy," Qiao Xiaomai said as the tears in her eyes gradually stopped, "I, Qiao Xiaomai, have money and looks; why should I hang myself on a crooked tree like Tong Sanlang?"
"If he makes me suffer, then I'll just ignore him. Daqi is so vast, I'm bound to find the 'puppy boy' that suits my heart."
