Wu Meng was enjoying the mouth-to-mouth sex, but he couldn't make any sound. He shook off Nan Shao's hand fiercely and pushed Nan Shao hard, signaling him not to disturb his enjoyment.
"Brother Meng, sister-in-law, no—no—it's Miss Shang who's here."
Wu Menghe heard the sound, opened his lazy eyes, and looked up at Qing Ke, who was only two meters away from him. An expression of disgust immediately appeared on his face, and he muttered in his heart: What a fucking bummer.
But he had no intention of pushing the woman away. Instead, he hugged the woman's waist, his expression becoming even more intoxicated.
Qing Ke was so angry that he was fuming. He clenched his fists tightly, clenched his teeth, and looked like he wanted to eat someone.
She grabbed a glass of wine on the table and poured it on Wu Menghe and the woman's heads.
"Who is it? Are you sick?" The woman's hair was soaked, and the wine flowed down her long hair, soaking her already thin clothes. She pulled her mouth away angrily and cursed angrily. She stood up from Wu Meng's legs, turned around, and took a tissue to wipe the wine off Wu Meng's face considerately.
"Wu Meng, you are a bastard. I, Shang Qing, am blind. How could I fall for a beast like you?" Qing Ke pointed at Wu Meng's nose and cursed. His hands were shaking, but there was an obvious cry in his voice.
The others then realized that the atmosphere was wrong. They all looked up and looked at Qing Ke, the uninvited guest, with puzzled eyes.
Wu Meng pushed the woman beside him away, stood up from the sofa angrily, and glared at Qing Ke.
Qing Ke held her head high. Even if she lost, she wanted to lose with dignity and beauty. She suppressed her sadness and tried not to let her tears fall.
The next scene caught everyone off guard.
Wu rushed forward and his palm landed on Qing Ke's face at lightning speed.
Qing Ke was knocked over on the sofa next to her. She half-knelt on the ground, with her upper body crawling on the sofa, covering her burning face, and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
The others were stunned, and the women were even so scared that their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
"Who do you think you are? Who am I, Wu Meng, to give you the right to dictate things to me? Don't think that just because you slept with me for one night, you have the right to interfere with my life. Do you think you are inlaid with gold? You want me to give up the whole forest for you? Don't you even take a piss and look at yourself? I can catch a lot of people like you. If you know what's good for you, get out of here right now. If I'm happy, I might even let you serve me for two more nights."
Qingke crawled there, tears streaming down her face.
Her heart was bleeding. Not only did Wu Meng cheat on her with her body, he also humiliated her in front of so many people and devalued herself.
Wu Meng used all his strength to slap Qing Ke. Not to mention whether it hurt, even his palms felt hot. He rubbed his palms while scolding Qing Ke non-stop. After scolding, he sat back on the sofa in a rage.
The woman next to him quickly stepped forward to comfort him and wiped the wine stains that were still wet on his face. "Brother Meng, it's okay! Don't be angry, or you'll get sick from it."
The woman's gentle and charming voice made Wu Meng's face look much better instantly.
He pulled the woman into his arms, his tongue roaming over her face, his eyes fixed on Qing Ke viciously. It was as if he had done all this on purpose for Qing Ke to see, just to see Qing Ke's jealous expression, to make her miserable, and of course, the ultimate goal was to make Shang Xin miserable.
Qing Ke secretly wiped away the tears from her face and struggled to get up from the ground. Looking at the couple in front of her, she felt so heartbroken that she wanted to die.
Looking at the mocking eyes of the people around her, she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
She stood there, feeling like a clown, the object of these people's amusement.
She tugged the crystal slipper necklace from her neck, causing it to swing in the air like a pendulum. "What does this mean? What does your promise to take care of Cinderella for the rest of her life mean?"
Although the music was loud, Wu Meng could still hear Qing Ke's words clearly. Her voice was almost a roar, and it was hard for him not to hear it.
He retracted his tongue, looked at Qing Ke with disdain, laughed loudly, and patted the thigh of the woman next to him with his big palm, "Baby, tell her what that thing is."
The woman took out an identical crystal shoe necklace from her lapel. The crystal necklace swayed in the air, so dazzling.
"See? Don't think you're the only one who has it. See? I have it too."
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