Chapter 101 We absolutely cannot let her show up!
Lin Zhixin's face suddenly turned several shades paler, and she bit her lip until it bled.
Guan Na saw this and thought she was having a heart attack; it was even more outrageous than Sichuan opera face-changing.
Lin Zhixin took her phone and went into the hallway to continue the call: "If Brother Jinghuai didn't contact me, then who did he ask to accompany him?"
"That little bitch Jiang Shiyuan!"
Liu Nianrou gritted her teeth until they hurt. "And Secretary Han keeps calling her 'our wife,' and they don't seem to be getting a divorce at all. On the contrary, they seem even closer than before!"
Lin Zhixin's heart skipped a beat. "Mom, is Brother Jinghuai really going to take Jiang Shiyuan with him?"
"Secretary Han is President Xie's loyal dog, how could he be wrong?!"
Liu Nianrou was so anxious that her voice cracked, "Xinxin, in previous years, President Xie would definitely ask you to accompany him to such a large public occasion. Why is it Jiang Shiyuan this time?!"
Aren't they getting a divorce? Didn't you see that time at the Xie family's old mansion, in front of the old lady, when Jiang Shiyuan and Mrs. Xie had a public falling out? Why is Mr. Xie acting like nothing happened, and instead pushing his wife, whom he's neglected for five years, into the spotlight? What does he mean by this?!
“Last time, I went to Xie’s Group to see Brother Jinghuai. He told me in front of me that he would not divorce Jiang Shiyuan and would make their marital relationship public.”
Lin Zhixin had a pretty face, but her eyes were as sinister as a snake's, and the sense of detachment was chilling. "Heh... so, you wanted to use this method to get her to show her face at the auction."
"No way, daughter! We absolutely cannot let President Xie bring that little bitch to the auction! That auction is extremely influential in the country, and all sorts of big shots will be attending. If Jiang Shiyuan shows her face and reveals her identity as Mrs. Xie, you'll be bombarded with criticism and people will have your backs ripped off!"
Liu Nianrou was almost in tears, "Even if they divorce in the future, you will still have a stain on your record. Who can guarantee that the old woman from the Xie family won't use that as leverage to prevent you from entering the family!"
Liu Nianrou was a pure third wife who rose to power. She had suffered enough as a mistress and did not want her daughter to repeat the same mistake.
When Lin Chengchou led his wife and daughter to pay respects to Jiang Shiyuan's mother, they were criticized and ridiculed by the media, who said they didn't even spare the dead. Some people even threw rotten eggs at them, which Lin Chengchou blocked.
Fortunately, the internet wasn't as developed back then, so everyone talked about it privately. Before long, the novelty wore off, and people stopped caring.
But times have changed. The internet has a memory. And it will be dug up and mentioned again and again, like repeatedly whipping a corpse. Wouldn't that be almost like being nailed to the pillar of historical shame?
Lin Zhixin frowned and paced back and forth in the corridor.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks, her gaze turning cold and unfathomable:
"Jiang Shiyuan must not appear at the auction!"
Liu Nianrou was extremely anxious. "Actually, that's what your mother thinks too, but daughter, you can stop this time, but can you stop it next time?"
Since Mr. Xie has this idea, it means he wants to maintain his relationship with Jiang Shiyuan. He refuses to divorce her; what will you do, daughter? Youth is a woman's most important asset!
"Then we need to devise a more ingenious plan."
Lin Zhixin's eyes were cold and sinister, revealing a sinister meaning. "When we make a move, we must maximize the benefits. We must use this opportunity to completely crush Jiang Shiyuan and shatter their marriage."
"Xinxin, what... do you plan to do?"
"Mom, didn't you tell me before that you have a very reliable person? If I let him work for me once, he won't have any complaints, right?"
Liu Nianrou was brimming with confidence: "We are mother and daughter as one. If I ask him to do it, he will definitely agree."
"Alright then."
Lin Zhixin had an idea. She narrowed her eyes and said, "I want him to contact someone for me."
Who is it?
"Wu Hui, former General Manager of the Marketing Department of Xie's Group."
...
After finishing her phone call with her mother, Lin Zhixin calmly and composedly returned to Guan Na.
"What happened? Why did you take so long?" Guan Na's face was a little red from drinking.
"It's nothing. My mom is going through menopause, and she can't sleep at night, so she likes to call and bother me."
Lin Zhixin, who had been arrogant before, suddenly became obsequious. "Come on, Nana, it's not easy for us to meet, let's have a good drink all night long, and not leave until we're drunk."
Guan Na quickly clinked glasses with her, "Xin Xin, I remember you haven't been in good health and shouldn't drink alcohol, right? Are you sure it's okay to drink like this?"
Lin Zhixin paused for a moment, then smiled sweetly, "I was surprised that Brother Huai went to so much trouble to find me the imported medicine. After taking the medicine, I feel better now, and it's okay to drink a little alcohol."
The main reason is that you're my only friend all these years, and I cherish you deeply. For you, my health can come second.
After saying that, she drank it all in one gulp and coughed several times.
Guan Na was already a little tipsy, and hearing Lin Zhixin's words made her even more giddy. She quickly patted Lin Zhixin's trembling back:
"Xinxin, I'm so happy to hear you say that. I truly consider you a friend. Otherwise, would I have given you so much information the last few times?"
Lin Zhixin clutched her chest, her eyes welling up with tears, looking utterly pitiful.
"Nana, I have a small favor to ask you. Could you help me?"
"Of course! I will do my best as long as I can!"
Lin Zhixin's eyes darkened. "Could you get me a copy of... evidence that Jiang Shiyuan reported Yang Jing?"
Guan Na was stunned. "Huh? But this case was personally handled by President Ye. He keeps everything about that bitch Jiang Shiyuan in his office drawer and doesn't allow outsiders to interfere..."
"To be honest, this is something Brother Jinghuai asked me to do. Although Yang Jing has already been arrested, her case has affected her husband and impacted the interests of the Xie Group. This is a serious matter, and it is related to Jiang Shiyuan, so Brother Jinghuai wants to keep some evidence in hand, just in case."
Upon hearing that Xie Jinghuai wanted it, Guan Na instantly perked up, casting aside all her concerns:
"Alright, I'll take care of it!"
Lin Zhixin hugged her arm affectionately, "Nana~ you're so good to me!"
Guan Na said with a fawning expression, "In the future, I would like to trouble our future Mrs. Xie to put in a good word for me with Mr. Xie. If I am fortunate enough to work for the Xie Group, I will definitely thank you both for your great kindness in the future!"
Lin Zhixin cursed "Big Fool Chun" in her heart, but her voice was so sweet it was almost cloying:
"That's for sure, don't worry about it."
...
Late at night, at Tanhu Villa.
There is a four-story detached villa here, located in the most secluded and quiet place, with the name Shen Zhantang on it, but the owner is Su Xier.
At this moment, Su Xier was wearing a sexy wine-red silk nightgown that was as thin as a cicada's wing, revealing a pair of slender and delicate arms and a large expanse of fair and jade-like back with firm and taut lines.
Unlike Jiang Shiyuan's flawless delicacy, her back was covered with knife scars and a long, narrow whip mark.
A taste of brokenness, bitterness, and vicissitude.
Although the wounds have long since healed, she still remembers the pain left by each scar.
Among them, this whip mark is from a project invested in by Shen Zhantang that went bankrupt four years ago. He bribed government officials, causing Chairman Shen to be summoned by the prosecutors. On that occasion, Chairman Shen was furious and did not hesitate to use family discipline.
The wet leather whip, as thick as her wrist, was raised high and lashed down. Without hesitation, she rushed forward and threw herself on Shen Zhantang, taking the full force of the lash.
In an instant, her delicate skin was torn open, and blood seeped through her shirt.
Any other woman would have fainted from the pain long ago. But she was Shen Zhantang's personal bodyguard; if she collapsed, it would be a complete joke.
These battle damages were all left behind during the years she followed Shen Zhantang and protected him.
Su Xi'er came from a humble background and had a hard life, but she was born with a bright and noble face, more precious than any rich girl. So much so that whenever Shen Zhantang took her out, people assumed she was his arranged marriage partner.
However, whenever she was misunderstood, the man would only glance at her and let out a cold sneer:
"A marriage alliance? That's giving her too much credit. If this were ancient times, she would at most be... my personal maid."
After those words, the way his friends looked at her lost all respect, replaced by a lewd, naked male gaze.
Today, Shen Zhantang went to Sencheng next door to discuss project cooperation, which inevitably involved drinking and socializing.
She just spoke on the phone; the plane has landed, and he should arrive soon. She needs to prepare the hangover soup before he gets there.
Su Xier focused intently on making the soup; in this villa, she was completely relaxed, both physically and mentally.
So much so that she didn't even notice that the man had quietly walked up behind her.
He wrapped his long arms around her slender waist and pulled her into his embrace.
Their bodies, one warm and soft, the other burning hot, pressed tightly together, as if their lungs were being penetrated.
“Uh…” Su Xi’er trembled and groaned softly.
Surrounded by a powerful masculine aura, Shen Zhantang rested his chin on her shoulder blade, his light stubble brushing against her, his voice muffled:
"It smells so good..."
Does it smell good?
Su Xier's long eyelashes trembled, and she tilted her head slightly, showing a hint of evasion. In the man's eyes, however, it was a coy refusal that only added to the allure. "You've been drinking this for five years, the same flavor. I'm about to throw up from all the drinking. Haven't you gotten sick of it yet?"
"Who said there was soup?"
Shen Zhantang's eyes welled up with tears, and he breathed heavily as he bit her shoulder blade, "I said you... smell really good."
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