Before they knew it, it was Jiang Ci's wedding day. Jiang Chengjin and Jiang Zhanhong were dressed in suits, their hair slicked back, their brows furrowed.
Wen Bao'er and Qi Yingying's daughter wore a white tulle dress and a crown. The four of them served as flower girls and followed behind Jiang Ci to complete the ceremony.
Qi Yingying married Ma Cungen several years ago, and their child is the same age as Wen Bao'er.
Her face, refined by time, possessed an elegance and affability. She approached Wen Jiaojiao with her child, her face full of apology, and said:
"It's been so many years. I'm really sorry about what happened back then."
Wen Jiaojiao held Wen Bao'er and chuckled softly:
"It's okay, it's been so many years, I hardly remember it anymore, and besides, you already apologized back then."
Qi Yingying sat in her seat and chuckled:
Looking back now, I realize how stupid I was.
Wen Jiaojiao smiled and said:
"I don't object to that."
Qi Ying said gently:
"What's your phone number? I'll call you later."
Wen Jiaojiao knew the gap between herself and her, and that emotional connections were unnecessary in the past, and even less necessary now.
However, given the relationship between Jiang Ci and Qi Meijing, it would be truly inappropriate to refuse others.
She reached into her bag, turned off the phone, and then took it out again, saying:
"I can't remember my phone number, and my phone is out of battery. Why don't you leave me your business card, and I'll call you when I get back?"
Qi Ying nodded gently:
The two men chuckled as they reminisced about the old days, while at another table, Wen Zhaoye, who couldn't finish his drink, had a flushed face and a dizzy head. He loosened his tie and said:
"I'm not drinking anymore, I have something to take care of later, so I'll be going now."
Some of them tried to persuade him to stay:
"Mr. Wen, let's have another one."
Wen Zhaoye dislikes attending these kinds of drinking parties, but he will always bring Wen Jiaojiao along when it's necessary.
He was quite tipsy today. He took out his phone and called Wen Jiaojiao, but she didn't answer.
Throughout the room, many people had already stood up and moved around, their figures varying in height, making it impossible to find Wen Jiaojiao.
He stood up and walked out, bumping into a woman's shoulder. The drink she was carrying spilled onto the collar of her tuxedo.
Wen Zhaoye quickly averted his gaze and apologized:
"I'm sorry, I drank a bit too much."
The woman's red dress had a very low neckline, and she wore a fox fur shawl over it, making her look stunningly beautiful and commanding.
She was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, but upon seeing Wen Zhaoye's face, her red lips curved slightly as she said:
"Mr. Wen, since you're drunk, how about I take you to the lounge to wait?"
"No need," Wen Zhaoye said and left, but the woman raised her hand to grab his arm, which he dodged. She could only grab his hem and say:
"I'm from Tiansheng Group. I didn't have time to invite you to dinner last time, but I have to have a drink with you today."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at her hands, which were painted with red nail polish, and irritably took off his suit jacket, throwing it on the ground.
"If you run into me again, I'll chop you up. I may be a little drunk, but I'm not so dense that I can't see through your little scheme. Go back to where you came from."
There were small groups of people leaving the venue, and children were running around and making a lot of noise, so no one noticed the two of them pulling each other.
The woman, unwilling to give up, stepped forward and said:
"President Wen, please have another drink."
"If you drug me again, I won't even be able to go home."
After Wen Zhaoye finished speaking, fearing that she would pester him again, he staggered away as if fleeing.
The woman stomped her foot in anger:
"You should at least compensate me for the money I spent on my dress. It's two months' salary for me. After you splashed it on me, I definitely can't wear it anymore."
Wen Zhaoye paused, realizing the logic in the statement. He patted his pocket and said:
"How much is it? I'll pay you back."
The woman walked up to him, extended her hand, and said:
"three hundred."
Wen Zhaoye reluctantly took out his money, counted out three hundred and handed it to her, unaware that this scene was witnessed by Wen Jiaojiao and Qi Yingying.
Qi Yingying said in a soft voice:
"That's your husband, right? Why did you give money to that woman?"
"I don't know, but I believe he's not the kind of person who acts recklessly."
Wen Jiaojiao finished speaking in a relaxed tone. Wen Zhaoye, who had initially reached out to hand over the money, noticed the woman preparing to take it.
He seemed to have thought of something, so he placed it directly on the table before letting the woman take it away.
Qi Yingying kindly reminded her:
"Your husband's clothes seem to be missing as well, and he looks anxious to leave when he sees the woman, as if he's afraid of being entangled."
"Well, I guess he took his clothes off at his seat and forgot to take them. As for his expression, my husband treats all women the same way."
After speaking leisurely, Wen Jiaojiao stood up, took Wen Bao'er's hand, and walked towards Wen Zhaoye.
Wen Zhaoye didn't see the two of them and was about to leave when he suddenly heard a voice:
"dad."
Wen Zhaoye turned around and saw his wife and daughter. He happily stepped forward and hugged Wen Bao'er, then said to Wen Jiaojiao:
"By the way, honey, let me tell you, I just bumped into her shoulder, and then she spilled her drink on my clothes. I had to pay three hundred yuan in compensation."
When the woman saw the person in question arrive, she quickly gathered her shawl and left.
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at her retreating figure, knowing that in the business world, putting on an act was unavoidable. Faced with her blatantly obvious intentions, she naturally couldn't say anything more.
She took Wen Zhaoye's arm, her eyes crinkling as she said:
"So, when it comes to seduction, if a man is determined enough, how can the other woman possibly succeed?"
She raised her voice slightly, and Qi Ying, who was walking over, heard it too, her eyes filled with envy.
Even the best couples, after many years of marriage, are bound to have misunderstandings and disagreements.
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