Chapter 87 His wife has never given him a gift.
When Jiang Xingyao looked at Jin Qingyu, Jin Qingyu happened to look over as well.
He wasn't looking anywhere else, but at the hand that Jiang Xingyao was using to hand the gift to Shen Mingsu.
His eyes were deep and cold, causing the several CEOs around him who were busy currying favor with him to unconsciously fall silent.
Jiang Cancan's gaze also turned to Jiang Xingyao, and she said with a hint of surprise, "President Jin, so my sister is here too."
Her words were like a silent reminder, making Jin Qingyu's face darken even more.
Not only did she come, but she also didn't tell him, and she brought gifts for other men.
Even after they've been married for so long, Jiang Xingyao has never given him a gift.
Jiang Cancan didn't miss the change in Jin Qingyu's expression. She hesitated and said, "Brother Qingyu, since my sister is here, I shouldn't be your companion. Otherwise, she might get angry if she sees us."
Will Jiang Xingyao be angry?
Jin Qingyu had some doubts.
During this time, they lived together in Xiyuan, under the same roof. Jiang Xingyao was indifferent to him and would even get angry for him.
He looked at the woman sitting in the rest area. Her light pink dress made her skin look like snow. Even though the collar of the dress was a bit high, a section of her neck was still visible from the collar.
She sat upright, her expression indifferent. Her gaze swept across his face only briefly before looking away, as if she were treating her husband as a stranger.
This realization made Jin Qingyu feel very uncomfortable.
Jin Qingyu reached out and put his arm around Jiang Cancan's waist: "We are completely innocent, there's nothing to avoid."
As he spoke, he looked at Jiang Xingyao again, but still didn't see any emotional fluctuation in her.
Jin Qingyu simply put his arm around Jiang Cancan and walked straight towards Jiang Xingyao.
Shen Mingsu frowned, looking at Jin Qingyu's swaggering manner, and hesitated, then said, "Xingyao, you and him..."
“He’s an insignificant person. Today is your banquet, there’s no need to pay him any attention,” Jiang Xingyao said.
Her voice was cold and hard, her attitude indifferent, and her hands were pressed on her knees. Only the slight movement in her pupils proved that she was not as calm as she appeared.
Jin Qingyu, is she no longer planning to act at all?
What about all those sweet words he said to me before?
He teased her on a whim, just for fun, and now that he's had enough, is he going to confront her?
Jin Qingyu led Jiang Cancan to sit down not far from Jiang Xingyao, and he didn't miss Jiang Xingyao's words.
"An insignificant person? Mrs. Jin, you really know how to distance yourself. What? Are you afraid my presence here will affect your search for a new partner?" He spoke with a provocative tone, his words clearly malicious.
Although he still had one arm around Jiang Cancan's waist, he leaned his body towards Jiang Xingyao.
Jiang Xingyao stared into his malicious yet amused eyes.
She said, "Jin Qingyu, today is the Shen family's banquet. I don't care what you want to do, but don't go crazy."
Out of the corner of her eye, Jiang Xingyao caught a glimpse of Jin Qingyu's hand gripping Jiang Cancan's waist. Suppressing the nausea churning within her, she looked away.
"Really? Should I praise Mrs. Jin for her magnanimity? Jiang Xingyao, are you unwilling to get involved, or are you feeling guilty? What were you and this male mistress doing before I arrived? Giving each other gifts?" Jin Qingyu asked.
He moved closer to Jiang Xingyao, his gaze like a sharp blade, as if trying to see through her skin and delve into her heart.
Previously, when Jiang Xingyao saw him with Jiang Cancan, she would confront him, but now that he had already walked up to Jiang Xingyao with Jiang Cancan in his arms, and even though he lost his temper and deliberately provoked her, Jiang Xingyao remained indifferent.
Why?
Does she really want to sever ties with him?
"There's nothing wrong with ordinary friends exchanging gifts, right? Why is Mr. Jin so possessive of other people's gifts? Is it because you've never received a gift before?" Shen Mingsu chuckled lightly as the situation became almost tense.
He opened the box Jiang Xingyao handed him, slowly took off his nearly ten million yuan custom-made watch from his wrist, and replaced it with the watch Jiang Xingyao had given him under Jin Qingyu's cold gaze.
Whether it was his actions or his words, it was as if he had stabbed Jin Qingyu in the most vulnerable spot in his heart.
This was yet another silent reminder to Jin Qingyu that he had never received a gift from his wife.
Jin Qingyu's temple veins bulged noticeably. He said, "You surnamed Shen, haven't you had enough of being a mistress? Stealing someone else's boyfriend right in front of your own elders, don't you have any shame?"
Jiang Xingyao's temples throbbed wildly. She felt that Jin Qingyu's madness was completely unfounded. Just as Jin Yanzhou said, he was an irrational mad dog who would suddenly go crazy without warning, leaving people completely embarrassed.
Jiang Xingyao said, "That's enough, Jin Qingyu. If you have any feelings, you can talk to me privately. There's no need to launch this indiscriminate attack at someone else's banquet."
"You're already feeling sorry for me? You can't even talk about it anymore?" Jin Qingyu retorted.
Jiang Xingyao felt that he was being very unreasonable. He clearly had someone else on his side, yet he didn't see anything wrong with it. Instead, he questioned her relationship with Shen Mingsu, which was just a normal friendship.
Jiang Xingyao didn't respond to Jin Qingyu's words. She looked at Shen Mingsu apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, I made you laugh again. I'll talk to you about what you just said later. You should go and entertain the other guests."
Given Jin Qingyu's attitude, as long as Shen Mingsu sits here, even if there is a distance between them and even if they never have any physical contact, he will still be suspicious of her endlessly.
This was, after all, a family matter between her and Jin Qingyu, and Jiang Xingyao really didn't want to involve Shen Mingsu any further.
Shen Mingsu glanced at Jiang Xingyao with concern. Just then, a commotion arose from the direction of the entrance, and a middle-aged man's loud voice echoed throughout the banquet hall: "Old Shen, we've been rivals for so many years, we've become kindred spirits. You're hosting a banquet for your son and you didn't even send me an invitation, fine. But now that I'm here, it's not right to turn people away, is it?"
Shen Ying seemed unable to stop him from the outside, as the man had already swaggered into the banquet hall. He was quite plump, less than 1.7 meters tall, with a huge belly, and walked with a swaying gait, looking like a ball from a distance.
Jiang Xingyao didn't recognize this person, but she saw a familiar figure behind her: Cheng Jing.
Cheng Jing, the one who caused her to be accused of plagiarism.
Today, Cheng Jing didn't wear his usual flamboyant clothes. Instead, he wore a black suit, which gave him a more low-key and reserved look. He stood next to the man with his head down, without any ostentation.
Jiang Xingyao probably guessed the identity of the man who forced his way into the banquet hall: President Guo of Dijing Entertainment.
It felt like a chill was creeping up from the soles of my feet.
Jiang Xingyao thought of the endless online abuse and Cheng Jing's glory in making a name for himself with her music.
Her heart felt like it was being crushed by a stone, making it difficult for her to even breathe.
Jiang Xingyao stared blankly at the two people, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away.
Shen Mingsu's expression was also unpleasant. He walked directly to President Guo and said, "President Guo, our two families have never reached the point where we can sit at the same table for a meal. You are not welcome at my banquet. Please take your dog and leave immediately."
Shen Ming's disgust for the people at Dijing Entertainment was no less than Jiang Xingyao's. If you look closely, the film and television company he recently acquired was snatched from Dijing Entertainment.
Guo Tianhe had just suffered a loss at his hands, and now he's showing up uninvited, clearly not up to anything good.
"Young man of the Shen family, your mind is far too narrow. You're probably not up to the task of managing such a large family as the Shen family." Guo Tianhe shook his head and gave Shen Mingsu a scathing critique.
He continued to shout, loud enough for everyone in the banquet hall to hear.
They've clearly come here to provoke us.
"Old Shen, is this how you treat your guests? We see each other all the time, it's not right to not let me in, is it?" Guo Tianhe shouted again.
Shen Mingsu's father, Shen Youliang, then came over. He pulled Shen Mingsu aside and finally invited Guo Tianhe into the house.
Guo Tianhe craned his neck and looked at Shen Mingsu again, like a victorious goose: "See? Young man Shen, you're still young. You still have a lot to learn. Don't be so upright. After all, it's always better to have one more friend than one more enemy in this circle, isn't it?"
Shen Mingsu scoffed, "President Guo, don't flatter yourself. Our Shen family doesn't need a friend like you."
Shen Youliang glared at Shen Mingsu, then exchanged a few polite words with Guo Tianhe.
The Shen family and Dijing Entertainment have been fighting for so long. Shen Youliang also dislikes Guo Tianhe, but he is still the head of the Shen family after all, so he can't do things entirely as he pleases.
At least publicly, breaking ties with Guo Tianhe would not benefit the Shen family.
Guo Tianhe said, "It has to be you, Lao Shen. You're much more capable than your son. You won't blame me for coming uninvited, will you?"
"How could that be? It's an honor for me that Mr. Guo could come," Shen Youliang said.
Guo Tianhe said, "That's right. No matter how we fight in the business world, we're still friends in private, aren't we?"
Now that you've chosen your successor, I'm happy for you. I've brought you a special gift, and I hope Mr. Shen will accept it with a smile.
Guo Tianhe, holding his stomach, said with a half-smile.
His voice was loud enough for everyone in the banquet hall to hear.
For a moment, some people couldn't help but be curious and whispered among themselves about what Guo Tianhe had given to the Shen family in such a grand manner.
Guo Tianhe didn't keep him in suspense any longer. He patted Cheng Jing on the shoulder, and Cheng Jing walked towards the piano in the banquet hall.
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