"Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. The fact that I fancy you is your good fortune, what right do you have to refuse?" Xu Jiahui said unhappily.
"Moreover, in what way am I not as good as your wife? I'm young, I have both talent and looks, and I'm rich. Why don't you like me? How can you reject me?" Xu Jiahui was both indignant and puzzled.
"The people who pursue me all come from prominent families, so the fact that I fancy you is your good fortune. Besides, I never asked you to divorce and marry me, I just want to be your lover. Don't all men like the idea of having a wife at home and lovers outside? I can give you that life. As long as your wife doesn't compete with me for you, I won't bother her. Isn't that a great deal? What reason do you have to refuse?" Xu Jiahui said, angry and confused.
She couldn't understand why anyone would dare to refuse someone as alluring as herself; it was truly against all reason.
