A pond full of blooming flowers, an ultimate addiction.

The girl in the dress lost her balance, leaned backward, crashed into the champagne tower, and fell heavily to the ground, splashing the champagne all over her blue dress and leaving her hair in a mess.

"Sister Wenqing, I didn't."

The physical pain brought tears streaming down the girl's face as she pleaded with the woman standing beside her, her voice trembling with sobs.

"What are you doing?"

The men who were originally standing with Chi Ruiche and the others rushed over and helped the girl who had fallen up.

"Tongtong, are you alright? Where are you hurt?"

"Ah Yao, I'm fine."

Jiang Yi recognized her as Deng Zitong, a model from Liu Siya's studio; they had met a few times before.

"Che, who is this man?"

The man was in his early thirties, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, a tall stature, and slightly dark skin, giving him a resolute and composed demeanor.

“Yu Xuyao, chairman of Jushi Group, and his wife Zhuo Wenqing should be standing there.”

Lu Haotian walked over to Jiang Yi and smiled at her.

"Apologize."

Yu Xuyao ​​picked up Deng Zitong, glaring at his wife with disgust, his eyes blazing with uncontrollable anger.

"I didn't push her."

Zhuo Wenqing spoke softly, defending herself, "She fell down there herself."

To Xu Yao, her explanation sounded like a sophistry. Deng Zitong suddenly convulsed in his arms, clutching her stomach.

"Ah Yao, it hurts so much."

Deng Zitong's face turned pale instantly. She grabbed the man's clothes in pain, and the blood from her palm smeared onto his suit.

After hearing the commotion, Abu, who had organized the party, said, "The ambulance is ready."

I'm glad I had medical staff on standby at any time.

"If anything happens to Tongtong, I won't let you off the hook."

"Since you enjoy this party, then stay here."

Yu Xuyao's voice was loud, as if he were breathing fire and burning the woman in front of him. He strode away, carrying Deng Zitong in his arms.

Zhuo Wenqing took a step back, leaning against the table, following the direction they had left. Her eyes were unfocused, like black holes, but the resentment and sorrow in them were overwhelming her.

Lady A: "How did Chairman Yu and Mrs. Yu's relationship become so bad?"

Lady B: "It seems like Mr. Yu has met his true love. Now he only has eyes for that little model."

Lady C: "I heard that the young model is Mr. Yu's white moonlight. If Mrs. Yu hadn't intervened, the two lovers wouldn't have broken up."

Lady B: "Mrs. Yu is ruthless. Last month, she pushed a young model down the stairs and injured her ligaments. Mr. Yu didn't come home for a whole month. He must have heard the news and rushed here to catch her in the act."

Lady C: "I saw the young model clutching her stomach, could she be pregnant?"

Lady A: "If it were me, I would definitely get a divorce."

Lady B: "You don't know, before the two were married, Madam Yu pestered Mr. Yu and used her status to successfully marry into the Yu family."

Several women were whispering, their voices particularly jarring in the hall.

"Miss Zhuo, your hand is injured."

Jiang Yi calmly walked to Zhuo Wenqing's side and handed her a tissue, completely ignoring others, and even glared at them.

"Thank you."

Zhuo Wenqing's eyes were filled with tears, and his face turned very pale. He didn't even notice that the back of his hand had been scratched at some point.

"Mrs. Yu, there is a lounge here."

After making the arrangements, Abu led Zhuo Wenqing away, secretly patted his chest, breathed a sigh of relief, and downed another glass of wine to ease his mood.

“Abu, you seem a bit nervous today, which is unlike you.”

Lü Haotian patted his shoulder, interpreting his gesture.

"No, I just never expected my drinking session to turn into a battle between the wife and the mistress."

Abu lowered his shoulder to avoid Lü Haotian's slap.

"This Mrs. Yu is also pitiful. Her marriage was interfered with and she was also rejected by her husband."

Wang Ruozhi stroked her belly and stared at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang fed Wang Ruozhi a piece of mango, "Is it good?"

They did not answer the question posed by Wang Ruozhi.

"Xiao Yi, what are you thinking about?"

Wang Ruozhi waved her hand in front of the stunned Jiang Yi and asked in confusion.

Jiang Yi shook his head.

"Are you tired? Let's go and rest for a bit." Chi Ruiche's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Yi.

When Jiang met his gentle gaze, she couldn't help but move closer.

"I just saw that Deng Zitong fell down by herself."

"Lin Kai, pull up the surveillance footage and give it to Madam Yu."

Chi Ruiche understood Jiang Yi's meaning, a refined smile playing on his lips, silently supporting her idea.

The little incident was quickly cleaned up, music was played to liven up the atmosphere, and Abu introduced the wines to each guest.

"Bang~"

Suddenly, gunshots rang out, shooting down the huge crystal chandelier, which quickly detached from the roof and fell to the ground.

"Ah~"

Amid screams, some of the men and women dancing in the center were caught off guard and hit. Crystals shattered, and chandeliers crashed through the floor, leaving a mess.

"Be careful."