The girl in the white dress stood before them, looking pure and innocent.
"I've heard about what happened to my cousin. I never imagined he would do something like that. Are you alright?"
Ning Luoyao's clear eyes were filled with worry for Jing Weiyang, as if all the harsh words and curses before were just a dream.
Jing Weiyang couldn't figure out what the female lead was planning, but she didn't show any expression; she simply nodded.
"I'm fine."
"That's good,"
"Gone,"
Soon, the awkward conversation was interrupted by the impatient man next to them.
As the well-matched couple disappeared from sight, Ning Luoyao's fake smile vanished. She took out her phone and sent a pre-edited text message, her eyes as sinister and chilling as a venomous snake's...
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After the banquet, Shen Yu took his friends to a different "battlefield" to have some fun.
Compared to the insincere banquets, these decadent and extravagant nightclubs are their true world.
Shen Yu was playing cards with his friends, and Jing Weiyang was held in his arms. In just over ten minutes, several empty wine bottles had been placed around them.
With a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of wine in the other, Shen Yu's gold-rimmed glasses exuded an alluring charm under the dim lighting.
Watching from the side, Jing Weiyang felt as if a flame was rising in her chest, threatening to engulf her entirely.
Just then, the tightly closed door to the private room suddenly opened from the outside.
A woman in a white dress walked in gracefully, her long, seaweed-like hair swaying gently behind her.
At first glance, Jing Weiyang thought the female lead had followed them.
But that's clearly not the case.
The next moment, the woman stopped in front of her, revealing a pretty and delicate face.
She smiled slightly, like a lily blooming in the night:
"Ah Yu, happy birthday, I'm back."
In an instant, alarm bells rang in Jing Weiyang's mind.
Who is this woman?
As a woman, her sixth sense clearly told her that the visitor meant her no good.
Surprisingly, Shen Yu ignored her and instead urged Tang Ning and the others impatiently, "It's your turn~"
The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Until the woman's soft, weak voice, tinged with grievance, rang out:
"Ah Yu, I'm back. Aren't you going to welcome me?"
For a moment, even Jing Weiyang couldn't help but look up at Shen Yu.
How would he answer?
Shen Yu's answer was—
"Oh, welcome,"
woman:"……"
"Haha, Anrou, you've finally decided to come back from France!"
"It's a pity I got back a little late, otherwise I could have made it in time for Ayu to cut the cake,"
Shen Yu's friends stepped forward to smooth things over and invited the woman named An Rou to sit down.
An Rou glanced at Shen Yu before slowly speaking, "I originally planned to go, but the plane was delayed."
"Speaking of flight delays, I went to Russia last week..."
The people at the card table were all shrewd and quickly heated up the atmosphere.
Shen Yu seemed not to hear anything, and lowered his head to kiss Jing Weiyang's temple: "What's wrong? What are you spacing out about?"
Jing Weiyang stared blankly at him, her clear eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, which made Shen Yu unable to resist kissing her again.
"Don't look at me like that, or I might..."
A slightly hoarse male voice whispered something in her ear, and Jing Weiyang's face instantly turned bright red.
You're the beast!
Just as they were whispering sweet nothings and getting all lovey-dovey, a gentle yet clear voice broke in:
"This must be Miss Jing."
Jing Weiyang frowned. Since marrying Shen Yu, no one had called her "Miss Jing" for a long time. They usually called her "Mrs. Shen" or "Madam Shen".
What does this woman mean?
"Oh right, I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is An Rou, and I'm A Yu's..."
She paused, her undisguised affection sweeping over the man's exquisitely handsome face before returning to Jing Weiyang, her smile widening even further.
"I am A-Yu's childhood sweetheart and first love."
"boom--"
Something seemed to explode in Jing Weiyang's mind, and she almost instinctively looked at Shen Yu's expression.
The man merely frowned slightly in impatience, but made no attempt to argue.
In an instant, Jing Weiyang's heart sank.
"Really, it's a pleasure to meet you!"
An Rou smiled at her and extended her slender, white hand.
Jing Weiyang knew that she was being provoked, but she could not admit defeat at a time like this.
She bit her tongue to clear her mind, forcing herself to smile calmly and sweetly, just like her.
"Hello, Ms. An, I've never heard my husband mention you before."
An Rou's smiling mask cracked for a fleeting moment...
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