My ex-husband got engaged, I was reborn, and the young master of Beijing's elite circle went cr

As Wu Hua spoke, she reached out to push Jian He.

Jian He shot a cold glare at Wu Hua, whose hand trembled slightly, and her outstretched hand awkwardly stopped in mid-air.

In order to maintain her public persona, Wu Hua quickly composed herself and said, "Jian He, I'm letting you go for your own good."

"After all, it's really inappropriate for a housewife like you to attend such a high-end charity gala. It doesn't really matter if you embarrass yourself here, but it wouldn't be good if President Yin also embarrasses himself, would it?"

Wu Hua's words resonated with everyone present, who all crossed their arms, waiting to see Jian He make a fool of herself.

Especially the guy who said he wanted to drink the wine glass earlier, he kept raising his glass, as if he was afraid that Jian He had forgotten what he had just said.

Jian He crossed her arms and looked at Wu Hua, who was jumping around, and said with great disdain, "Heh, is this kind of high-class party not suitable for a housewife like me, but suitable for a painter like you who folds towels with other people's husbands?"

"I had no idea that I, the president of the prestigious Jian Group, was unfit to attend such a party? It is you, a third-rate painter who lives off the Jian Group's favors, who is allowed to attend such a high-class event?"

"Wu Hua, did you put on too much makeup today? Did you forget that you forgot to bring your face mask with you when you went out?"

Jian He raised her voice, mocking Wu Hua, and instantly, Wu Hua's face changed color drastically.

She never imagined that Jian He, who always cared about saving face for Yin Muqiao, would reveal her dirty secret of sleeping with Yin Muqiao in such a setting.

Just as Wu Hua was about to incite people again and launch a verbal attack on Jian He, Mr. Li from the Great Wall Group received a call from the contract department of the Jian Group.

"Hello, is this Mr. Li from Great Wall Group?"

When President Li saw that the call was from the contract department of Jian's Group, he immediately became nervous. After all, Jian's Group was a money-making machine for him.

"Yes, I am……"

"I am from the Contracts Department of Jian's Group. I am hereby formally informing you that our group's cooperation with Great Wall Group has come to an end."

When Mr. Li heard the voice on the phone, he was stunned. He looked up at Jian He, who was standing there with her arms crossed, seemingly unable to accept the reality before her.

He argued unwillingly on the phone, "We've always had a good working relationship, so why is it being terminated at this last minute?"

The voice on the other end of the phone was cold and indifferent: "How would I know how you offended our president? Mr. Li, it's dark and slippery outside, so you must keep your eyes open when you're doing things."

After saying that, the call from the Jane's Group ended abruptly.

Half a minute later, the phones of the other two bosses also rang. As expected, they, like the boss Li, received a notice to terminate the cooperation.

The CEO who had said he would swallow the wine glass couldn't believe what he was seeing.

His hand, which was holding the wine glass, was trembling uncontrollably.

If their company's cooperation with the Jane Group comes to an end, then his company will not be far from bankruptcy.

He rushed to Jian He's side without hesitation, pleading humbly, "Miss Jian, I was wrong. I shouldn't have spoken ill of you. Please, have mercy and give our company another chance..."

His address of "Miss Jian" aroused Mason's displeasure, who was standing next to Jian He.

He shoved the CEO aside and reminded him, "This is the new CEO of our Jian Group. Please call her CEO Jian..."

When Mason told everyone about Jian He's new identity, everyone present was stunned.

They all looked at Wu Hua.

Wu Hua didn't know what was going on either, but to save face, she pointed at Jian He and started talking nonsense.

"The president of the Jian Group is President Yin Muqiao, how could it be her?"

"Everyone, please don't believe what she says. She could never be the president of the Jian Group. A good-for-nothing rich girl like her, wouldn't she bankrupt the Jian Group?"

"They're just lying to everyone. Everyone wait for me to call Mr. Yin to verify this."

After Wu Hua finished speaking, she took out her phone and was about to call Yin Muqiao.

Seeing Wu Hua's expression, Jian He sneered at her.

Wu Hua thought that since she had hooked up with a wealthy man like Yin Muqiao, she could do whatever she wanted with his influence.

Little did she know that she was clinging to a fake tycoon, and that Yin Muqiao, who was barely able to protect himself, would bring Wu Hua another surprise.

As this farce continued, Cheng Yan led the staff of Cheng's Group to the party. When he saw the man holding the wine glass slurping in front of Jian He, Cheng Yan's handsome face darkened.

What disgusting man! What kind of person is he? How dare he stand so close to Jian He?

Cheng Yan approached Jian He discreetly and greeted her softly.

"What's wrong? Did he bully you?" Cheng Yan's expression was icy, and he immediately exuded an aura of wanting to support Jian He.

Jian He smiled slightly at Cheng Yan and joked, "No, he didn't bully me. This boss just wanted to perform a cup-eating acrobatic act for me."

When Jian He told him to eat the cup, the once arrogant and domineering CEO was dumbfounded.

Cheng Yan was delighted when he heard Jian He's words.

If he wasn't mistaken, this guy must have been foolish enough to offend Jian He. Daring to offend the woman he cared about meant he really wanted to die.

Cheng Yan looked around and said to everyone, "Wow, this boss is amazing! He can actually eat a cup? Come on, make way for him and let him perform... If he performs well, tonight, on behalf of the Cheng Group, I will donate 50 million to this charity event."

Cheng Yan's words caused an uproar.

Everyone knows and understands the strength of the Cheng Group in Nanluo City.

The organizers of this charity gala treated the Cheng family as honored guests.

The CEO who had just mocked Jian He hesitated to speak when faced with so many people's gazes. If he were to swallow that cup, his stomach and intestines would probably be punctured.

"President Jian...President Cheng...I..." The boss looked troubled and was so anxious that he was almost crying.

If he had known that his momentary shrewdness would lead to this, he would have rather died than say a bad word about Jian He tonight.

"What do you mean 'what do you mean'? Does he need an assistant? No problem, someone come and help him."

Cheng Yan didn't give the boss a chance to plead. Seeing that he didn't act, he turned cold and gave orders to the two men standing behind him.