Wife and daughter died, the scumbag is celebrating the birthday of Bai Yueguang's child

Everyone was also shocked when they saw Chen Huan's face.

Chen Huan's appearance and figure are just average, not even as good as Xue Man who has taken good care of herself.

What does Xueman’s husband think?

Chen Huan wrapped himself in his clothes and cried, "Boss Xue, I, I was framed. It was Lin Zhiyi who asked me to come to Lounge No. 6! As soon as I came in, I felt hot all over, and then I knew nothing."

Everyone immediately showed a look of surprise. How could the plot actually be reversed?

Xue Man frowned and looked at Lin Zhiyi: "What's going on?"

Lin Zhiyi shook her head in confusion: "Boss Xue, I don't understand why Chen Huan said that. Even if I wanted to frame her and asked her to go to Lounge No. 6, this is Lounge No. 9."

After that, she pointed to the sign on the door.

A huge number 9.

Chen Huan stared at the number in disbelief, and suddenly thought of something, staring at Lin Zhiyi.

Lin Zhiyi curled her lips and pretended to be worried: "Chen Huan, you just said that I framed you? But Mr. Xue's husband is also in this room. Do you mean that I colluded with him and raped you when you were unconscious? Then do you want to call the police?"

Just now, Chen Huan subconsciously distanced herself from the matter, which was tantamount to putting Xue Man's husband in an unfair position.

His face was dark now.

Chen Huan's eyes swirled around, and he immediately changed his words: "It was Shen Yan. She was jealous of Lin Zhiyi and hated Song Wanqiu, so she threatened me to cause trouble at the banquet. I was forced to do it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Yan fell to her knees with a thud.

She raised her hand and swore, then said tremblingly: "I, I swear, it's not me, I...how dare I?"

Song Wanqiu walked to Shen Yan and helped her up: "I believe Shen Yan, she is famous for being timid in our school, how could she do such a thing?"

Just because Shen Yan knelt down in fear, the people present didn't believe Chen Huan's lies at all.

Chen Huan raised her eyes and met the vicious gazes of Song Wanqiu and Shen Yan. She immediately understood that the so-called cooperation with Shen Yan was actually just these two people using her as a pawn to deal with Lin Zhiyi.

Now that she has been discovered, she has become an abandoned person.

Xue Man stared at her with disgust: "Chen Huan, do you have anything else to say?"

Chen Huan's face turned pale, and she finally realized she was afraid. She quickly hid beside Xue Man's husband, looking at him with watery eyes: "Husband, help me..."

Xue Man’s husband pushed her away directly: “Don’t shout so affectionately, I’m afraid you’ll call the police, so explain it yourself.”

He stood up, wrapped himself in his clothes, snorted coldly at Xue Man, and left.

A scumbag is a scumbag who only does things that benefit himself.

Chen Huan became the target of public criticism.

Until the hotel staff came over to remind her: "Miss Song, the gift from the Third Master has been delivered to you."

Song Wanqiu couldn't help but said proudly: "Everyone should go back to the hall first, don't be affected by this little episode."

Some people started talking.

"The gift from the Third Master must be mysterious jewelry. Go and take a look."

"I also want to see the jewelry that the Third Master spent a lot of money on."

Song Wanqiu glanced at Lin Zhiyi and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll show it to everyone carefully. Let's go."

She led the people out of the room.

Xue Man also snorted coldly and left.

Chen Huan lay on the ground, looked at Shen Yan who was walking by, and said in a low voice with resentment: "What a loyal dog."

Shen Yan stopped, seemed to sympathize with Chen Huan, bent down to help her tidy up her clothes, but there was a hint of sneer on the corner of her mouth.

"Who do you think you are? You are worse than a dog."

After pulling her clothes on, Shen Yan left.

In the end, only Lin Zhiyi and Chen Huan were left in the room.

When Lin Zhiyi was about to leave, Chen Huan snorted and laughed: "How did you know?"

Lin Zhiyi turned around and said coldly: "Your biggest mistake was to cooperate with Shen Yan."

An egoist will definitely avoid all risks that are disadvantageous to him.

Song Wanqiu is Shen Yan's fastest shortcut to the upper class circle. It is not worth giving up for someone like Chen Huan.

So Shen Yan would definitely take advantage of the situation and tell Song Wanqiu about her plan.

Song Wanqiu and she worked together from inside and outside, so no matter what happened, both of them could escape quickly.

Unfortunately, Chen Huan understood it too late. She looked at Lin Zhiyi unwillingly: "You changed the room number, how can you be sure that I will come here?"

"You are too confident. From the moment you deliberately placed the photo with President Xue's husband in the most conspicuous position on the desk, I knew you would come and appreciate your masterpiece." Lin Zhiyi explained.

"I lost. But you didn't win either." Chen Huan gritted his teeth.

After all, there are still two stumbling blocks: Song Wanqiu and Shen Yan.

Lin Zhiyi walked to the door, paused, and looked at her coldly: "You have never been my target."

After saying that, she left.

……

Ballroom.

When Lin Zhiyi walked in, the whole place darkened.

Song Wanqiu stood excitedly in the middle of the hall holding Gong Chen's arm, waiting for the legendary mysterious gift.

Lin Zhiyi looked up and met Gong Chen's eyes.

The air stagnated for a moment, dark currents surged in his dark eyes, and his slender fingertips touched the broken skin on his lips.

Lin Zhiyi's eyes quickly shifted, and she just happened to see a few waiters pushing something in.

Someone said, "The gift is here!"

Everyone was waiting for Gong Chen's mysterious jewelry.

But what caught my eye was a white swan cake that was half a person's height.

For ordinary people, White Swan Cake is very expensive, but for rich girls, it is just the price of an afternoon tea.

It’s a standard gift for birthdays and it’s not really a mystery gift at all.

Song Wanqiu was startled at first, then she said, "Third Master, do you want me to cut the cake first and then give the gift?"

Gong Chen pointed at the cake expressionlessly: "Gift? What else can I give for a birthday if not a cake?"

"That's it..." Song Wanqiu almost wanted to ask for the jewelry openly, but with so many people staring at her, she could only smile and say, "I like everything that Third Master gives me."

Just like that, Song Wanqiu cut the cake with a fake smile, but didn't eat a single bite herself.

Lin Zhiyi got a piece, took a bite, and found it delicious.

The birthday party is over.

When Lin Zhiyi was about to leave, she saw Xue Man stumbling out of the bathroom.

She hurried forward to support him: "Mr. Xue, are you okay?"

Xue Man's face flushed. He looked closer at Lin Zhiyi and smiled bitterly: "It's you."

"I'll take you to the car."

Lin Zhiyi helped her walk towards the car.

Xue Man leaned against Lin Zhiyi and chuckled, "He hasn't bought me clothes for many years. I received a cheongsam from him a few days ago, and I thought he was really back. I didn't expect that even this dress was a trick on me."

"That's the man's fault. It has nothing to do with clothes. You look radiant in anything you wear." Lin Zhiyi comforted.

Xue Man stared at her: "Your cheongsam was also plotted against by someone, right? Fortunately, you reacted quickly, otherwise we would both be fish on the chopping board."

Lin Zhiyi said nothing, walked to the parking lot, and helped Xue Man into the car.

Just as he was about to close the car door, Xue Man grabbed Lin Zhiyi and stared at the pendant on her chest.

"It's really you."

"What?" Lin Zhiyi looked at Xue Man in confusion.

"It's nothing, just work hard, I have high hopes for you." Xue Man said, then closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

Seeing that she was uncomfortable, Lin Zhiyi nodded and was too embarrassed to ask more questions.

After watching Xue Man leave, she turned around and saw Song Wanqiu and Gong Chen surrounded by reporters...

"Miss Song, was the mysterious gift from the Third Master delivered secretly?"

Song Wanqiu noticed Lin Zhiyi's gaze, and immediately leaned her head on Gong Chen's shoulder, smiling, "I'm sorry that you guessed it."

Lin Zhiyi turned around and got into a taxi.