Upon hearing this, Fu Yanshen curled his lips into a smile but remained silent, as if acquiescing.
"President Jiang, what's with all this talk about the empress? This isn't some feudal society anymore," Shi Jin said, taking a sip of tea and laughing loudly.
Her words not only kept the atmosphere lively but also cleverly avoided the question.
I listened silently with my eyes lowered, not caring about her current relationship with Fu Yanshen.
But there are always those who love to watch the drama unfold, who deliberately bring me up, use me as fodder for gossip, and intentionally criticize me.
"Miss Sheng, without the Sheng family's support, you must have had a tough time these past two years, right? You were so determined to divorce President Fu back then, do you regret it now?"
"Getting a divorce? Is that true?"
"At that time, this young lady didn't know she was a fake heiress, so her arrogance was understandable."
Seeing that Fu Yanshen did not stop them, and given his previous aloof attitude towards me, they became more and more enthusiastic, helping him to humiliate me.
However, I'm already immune to such gossip.
"Miss Sheng, don't stay silent. Do you regret it?" The middle-aged man sitting next to me tapped the table in front of me, deliberately pressing me for an answer.
At the same time, I felt a pair of cold, sharp eyes staring at me.
I looked up and met Fu Yanshen's face, which was as cold as ice. He seemed to be asking me:
Do you regret giving up on him?
I smiled and said from the bottom of my heart, "No regrets."
The atmosphere in the large private room suddenly turned cold, and it became so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.
I could almost hear everyone's thoughts: They don't know what's good for them!
After some time, the official broke the silence and tried to liven things up, saying, "Come on, let's stop talking and have a drink."
"Mr. Fu, Ms. Shi, I toast you."
Just as Fu Yanshen was about to pick up his wine glass, Shi Jin stopped him, saying, "Ah Shen, you can't drink anymore."
"Everyone, Ah Shen has a bad stomach, please don't mind, I'll drink it for him," Shi Jin said heartily, raising his glass.
At this moment, Fu Yanshen grabbed Shi Jin's wrist, stopping her. His cold gaze shifted to me, "What are you standing there for? Take the drinks for Jin'er."
He gave me cold instructions.
I was stunned for a moment, then quickly picked up my glass and stood up. "Everyone, I'll drink to that first!"
It turns out he brought me here to help them fend off the drinks.
Drinking is my specialty.
I drank three cups of 52° Wuliangye liquor in a row without even flinching.
As soon as I sat down, everyone took turns toasting Fu Yanshen and Shi Jin, and I kept drinking for them.
I know that they deliberately got me drunk and tormented me at Fu Yanshen's suggestion.
After being forced to drink two jin of baijiu, my stomach churned as if on fire. I ran to the bathroom, pressed my hand to my throat to induce vomiting, and only returned to the private room after a while.
As soon as I sat down, the lazy Susan on the round table started spinning, and gradually, a plate of my favorite steamed wild nine-section prawns came to rest in front of me.
The person spinning the wheel was Fu Yanshen.
Our eyes met.
"You, peel a shrimp for Jin'er, she loves shrimp the most." His gaze was cold, and his voice was deep.
They treat me like a maid.
However, peeling shrimp is what I'm best at.
He used to dislike eating shelled foods because he found it troublesome. I, a pampered young lady who never peeled shrimp myself, practiced peeling shrimp for him and coaxed him to eat them.
Wearing disposable gloves, I skillfully peeled off the shrimp heads and shells, placed them on a clean small plate, and turned it over to them.
"Miss Shi, please enjoy your meal." I said sincerely, smiling at Shi Jin.
“Ah Shen…” Shi Jin looked troubled, frowning as she looked at Fu Yanshen.
"Why be polite to someone like her? Just eat first and then ask her to peel it." Fu Yanshen smiled gently to comfort her.
However, Shi Jin refused to eat it.
As the party was ending, I was forced to drink again.
While I was drunkenly waiting for Fu Yanshen and the big shots to say goodbye, Shi Jin walked up to me and handed me a bottle of mineral water.
"Thank you," I said sincerely to her.
“Do you know? For the two years that Ah Shen was in a coma, I stayed by his side day and night, taking care of him,” Shi Jin said calmly, looking at me.
I was slightly taken aback.
It turns out that Fu Yanshen had been in a coma for two years.
I quickly understood what Shi Jin meant; she thought I would reconcile with Fu Yanshen and was trying to dissuade me.
She truly loved him, didn't she?
I took care of him day and night for two years. I might not have been able to do that.
Just as I was trying to reassure her, Fu Yanshen walked over.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked casually.
"I said you and Miss Shi are a perfect match," I replied with a smile.
I know that he brought Shi Jin with him tonight to tell me that Shi Jin treats him better than I treat him, deliberately trying to provoke me, thinking I would get jealous.
In the dim light, I couldn't see his expression, but I felt a chill run down my spine.
Shi Jin remained silent.
After getting into his car, I sat in the last row, while he and Shi Jin sat in the front row. I felt unwell in my stomach and cold inside, as if my gastritis was about to flare up. I kept my head down and hunched over, not paying attention to what they were talking about.
After I recovered, Shi Jin had already gotten out of the car at some point, and the car was parked in the underground parking lot.
"get off."
The cold, commanding voice rang out, and I stood up, leaning on the handrail.
He took me back to a large, single-level luxury apartment in the CBD. I remember living in Shixia before, but my apartment was sold long ago.
"Go wash up and lie down in the master bedroom to wait for me."
After entering the room, the man walked to the living room, pointed to the guest room, and said coldly to me.
It's the tone and attitude of a sugar daddy towards his mistress.
When I opened the wardrobe in the guest room, I was startled by the glaring red color.
The nightgowns he prepared for me were all red.
The silk slip dresses were all similar in style, simple yet elegant and sexy, like they came from a wholesale store.
After taking a shower, I went to the master bedroom and lay down to wait for him.
The room was dimly lit only by the bedside lamp, and a faint, clean, and refreshing scent filled the air.
I closed my eyes and waited, but then my stomach started burning again.
I curled up like a shrimp, wrapped tightly in the blanket.
A moment later, the bed sank, the blankets on me were roughly pulled off, my body was forced to turn around, and my face was up as a man's heavy, muscular body pressed down on me.
"Still pretending to be a chaste and virtuous woman? Relax." He savagely pried my arms apart and pressed them against the sides of my head.
In the dim light, the man spoke to me with a cold, mocking tone.
A sharp, spasmodic pain shot through my stomach, and I gasped for breath.
"Fu... Fu Yanshen... I'm sorry, my stomach hurts. I didn't mean to spoil your mood." I frowned, gritted my teeth, and carefully explained to him.
Under the soft, warm light, the man's eyes darkened, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips. "Sheng Qiaoqiao, do you think I'll feel sorry for you if you pretend to be pitiful?"
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