"Wanwan, the Ming family kindly adopted you, yet you have done such a shameless thing."
"Guards, throw this shameless wretch out of the Ming family."
"Sister Wan, I've told you before, offending me has serious consequences. What do you say?"
"Let her go. Dad, Aunt Lan, I like Wanwan, I want to marry her."
"Smack..."
A heavy slap.
Sang Yuwan suddenly woke up, turned on the bedside lamp, and sat up, panting.
He tilted his head and glanced at the time.
4:30 a.m.
The sky was just before dawn.
Sang Yuwan sat for a while to recover, then put on a bathrobe and got out of bed. She drew back the curtains.
A faint bluish-gray hue quietly spread across the sky. All was silent.
Whether it was because the indoor temperature was set too high or because she was feeling unwell, she felt a bit hot, so she opened half of the window.
A casual glance.
Suddenly, Sang Yuwan's pupils contracted, and a chill emanated from her.
A Maybach was parked downstairs at the villa next door.
A woman in a black coat walked briskly out of the villa and quickly got into her car.
Even though the streetlights were dim and yellowish, Sang Yuwan still recognized him at a glance.
This woman was none other than her mortal enemy, Mingmei.
Sang Yuwan raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, her eyes growing colder.
She drew the curtains, went downstairs, and called out to Minglang and Xiansi.
The two men, still half-asleep, asked anxiously, "Madam, what happened?"
Sang Yuwan sat down on the sofa and instructed Minglang, "Check the security camera footage from next door. It's been there since 1 a.m.
Minglang's pupils widened. "The second and third wives' people came to scout the place?"
Sang Yuwan's eyes curved slightly, as if she were smiling.
Minglang was stunned. "Madam, what have you discovered?"
Strings also looked puzzled.
Sang Yuwan lowered her eyebrows, her smile vanishing completely. "Hurry up and go."
"Yes. I'll be right there." Minglang hurried downstairs.
Qinghe Garden may not be considered a super luxury residential area in Jiangcheng, but it is certainly one of the top ones.
The people who live here are all wealthy and influential.
The owner next door to Sang Yuwan is a producer in the industry. He is married with children and rarely lives here.
Mingming came and went late at night; what he did and what his purpose was are obvious to anyone.
Xian Si tidied her hair and asked softly, "Madam, what do you need me to do?"
What would happen if news broke that a big star was seen entering and leaving a producer's villa late at night?
Sang Yuwan suddenly stopped, and a smile gradually appeared on her lips.
His smile was contemptuous and disdainful.
"Yesterday morning she was all lovey-dovey, reminiscing about the man she couldn't have. And last night she was all lovey-dovey with another man. Ha."
"Madam, Miss Ming Si... isn't she Second Master's girlfriend? What if Second Master finds out..." Xuan Si realized what was happening and covered her mouth in surprise.
Sang Yuwan elegantly crossed her legs, a half-smile on her face, "What do you think Second Master will do?"
Xian Si was taken aback. "It's hard to say." After a pause, she added, "No man could tolerate something like this, let alone him."
Sang Yuwan said calmly, "Go and prepare. Once Minglang gets the surveillance video, send it to the marketing accounts immediately."
Xian Si pursed her lips and nodded.
Sang Yuwan sat on the sofa for a while, then got up and went to the bar to make a cup of black coffee before going to the gym.
High-intensity work requires a healthy body.
This world is a dog-eat-dog world, and competition is everywhere.
To remain invincible forever, one needs to constantly strive for improvement and continuously hone one's skills.
Someone told Sang Yuwan this when she was six years old.
"Wanwan, you'll never escape being bullied if you rely on others. The only way to deal with those people is to be ruthless and stronger than them."
Twenty years have passed, and these words are now deeply ingrained in her.
After exercising for half an hour and doing some stretching, Sang Yu took a hot shower that evening.
After drying my hair and doing some simple skincare, I went downstairs for breakfast.
On the dining table, freshly baked toast and coffee are surrounded by a thin layer of steam.
As soon as Sang Yuwan sat down, Xian Si came over to report, "Madam, the video and the article have been sent to the marketing accounts. We'll generate some buzz in a little while."
"Well done, sit down and eat too." Sang Yuwan's mood improved considerably.
Xian Si said, "Ming Lang and I have already eaten. By the way, Madam, the owner of 'Xin Yu' is back. I arranged for him to meet you at the company at ten o'clock this morning."
Sang Yuwan picked up a spoonful of blueberry jam and spread it on the toast, "Let's change the location."
Xian Si was slightly taken aback. "Does Madam find it inconvenient to be at the company?"
Sang Yuwan said, "Too many people will attract too much attention."
Xian Si hesitated for a moment, "After the morning meeting, you have two international video conferences. You also have to inspect the construction site in the afternoon. I've only allocated half an hour for you to meet. If we were to meet outside, I'm afraid we wouldn't have enough time."
Sang Yuwan remained calm and composed. "How about this, you book a private room at 'Yunyan Pavilion,' and we can talk over lunch."
“Yes, Madam.” Xuan Si went downstairs.
Sang Yuwan turned on the TV and tuned it to the news channel.
I've been listening to the news while eating breakfast for many years.
In this era of information overload, as the leader of a group, one must not only keep pace with the times but also assess the situation carefully.
Halfway through my meal, my phone screen flickered.
Entertainment news push.
"A popular celebrity is suspected of interfering in the marriage of a producer."
The video has been blurred.
Even though she was beautiful, she was still recognized.
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It skyrocketed instantly.
Suddenly, Mingmei became a mistress hated by everyone.
Her previous image as a devoted lover collapsed instantly.
The producer's name also quickly became a trending topic.
Everyone is waiting to see how Mingmei will "explain," and also to see the producer's wife's attitude.
As the public opinion intensified, Sang Yuwan smiled slightly, but her eyes remained icy cold.
Just as I finished changing my clothes and was about to leave, Mingmei called.
Without the slightest hesitation, Sang Yuwan hung up immediately.
Two minutes later, Minglang's phone rang. He glanced at it and said in a low voice, "Madam, it's Miss Fourth."
Sang Yuwan said coldly, "Leave her hanging."
Minglang nodded and ruthlessly blocked Mingmei's phone number.
As Sang Yuwan's car approached the east gate of Qinghe Garden, a black Rolls-Royce passed by.
Minglang was startled. "Madam, isn't this Master Bo's car?"
Xuan Si paused, then looked in the rearview mirror. "Who's inside?"
Sang Yuwan's temples throbbed heavily. She turned her head and glanced back twice.
Jiang A.
It really is Bo Xingzhi's car.
She withdrew her gaze, the slight ripple in her eyes quickly returning to calm.
No one dared to drive Bo Xingzhi's car except Rong Zhi.
However, Rong Zhi has his own car, so why is he driving Bo Xingzhi's car?
Xian Si frowned, and asked suspiciously, "Second Master wouldn't have gone next door..."
Sang Yuwan paused, her heart skipping a beat.
Rong Zhi must be here to cause trouble for that producer next door.
After all, no one can swallow the anger of being cuckolded.
Ring ring—
The phone rang again.
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