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

As soon as Jian He got out of the car, she was met with Yin Muqiao's incredibly irritating face.

Yin Muqiao snorted coldly, lowered his voice, and said to Jian He in an extremely impolite manner, "I knew you would come..."

Jian He casually replied, "Yes, President Yin already sent me a message, how could I not come?"

Jian He stepped out of the car with a flourish. Today, she was dressed in a very capable outfit, perfectly capturing the aura of the young lady of the Jian Group.

Her skin was fair and delicate, like a baby's. Her eyes sparkled with confidence and beauty. Yin Muqiao, who had always treated Jian He as if she were invisible, couldn't help but be amazed when he saw her like this.

After so many years of marriage, how come he never noticed how beautiful Jian He was when she became confident?

Jian He's appearance caused a commotion at the scene.

The reporters and guests began to whisper among themselves.

"Oh my, isn't that Miss Jian? What brings her here? Is she here to chase after President Yin again?"

"Yes, I remember that President Yin went to some kind of party before and got a little close to a minor celebrity. Miss Jian was there at the party and gave her a good scolding."

"Today's painter, Mr. Wu, is so handsome and talented. Miss Jian, you're not here to cause him any trouble, are you?"

……

Not understanding the truth, everyone started discussing it.

Those guests who knew a little about the inside story had a completely different attitude.

"Mr. Yin is holding an art exhibition for Ms. Wu. What is Ms. Jian doing here? You don't mean to invite Mr. Yin back to continue as the president of the Jian Group, do you?"

"That's hard to say. Miss Jian is head over heels in love with President Yin and is willing to give up the entire Jian Group for him. What can we do?"

"I knew it! Mr. Yin is someone we can't afford to offend, isn't he? We've definitely come to the right place for this art exhibition."

"That's right, that's right. After Ms. Jian invites Mr. Yin back, I need to hurry up and curry favor with him so that he can sign the cooperation agreement with our company as soon as possible."

……

Facing the unsuspecting crowd, who continued to address him as "President Yin," Yin Muqiao's face showed a rare smile that hadn't been seen in a long time.

He enjoys being treated like royalty; a man as outstanding as him is born to be in such situations.

The fact that Jian He came to Wu Hua's art exhibition today means that she doesn't really want to divorce him. As long as he says some sweet words and coaxes her, he can still return to his former peak.

In order to restore his former prestige in front of everyone, after Jian He got out of the car, Yin Muqiao began to belittle Jian He in a sarcastic and mocking manner, just like before.

“Jian He, you are the eldest daughter of the Jian Group. Besides being full of money, you have nothing else to offer. The reason I sent you a message and asked you to come to today’s art exhibition is simply so that you can be properly exposed to art. Otherwise, besides staying at home taking care of the children, I can’t find any other merits you have.”

Yin Muqiao's words prompted Jian He to let out a cold snort.

"So, for your sake, for my sake, and even more so for the sake of the Jian family's reputation, you'd better behave yourself today and not cause any trouble. Once the art exhibition is over, you can settle the bill, and then we can still be a happy family."

"Otherwise, I'll just wait and see what I'm about to do..."

Seeing the shameless Yin Muqiao in front of her, Jian He didn't know what to say.

Last night, Yin Muqiao suddenly texted her, asking her to come to the art exhibition. She thought Yin Muqiao would humble himself and ask her to pay for his things.

Unexpectedly, he called me over not only to make me a sucker who would pay for his services, but also to threaten me.

He's already a security guard, how dare he be so arrogant?

Faced with the scrutiny of everyone's gazes, Jian He had no choice but to raise her voice.

"Yin Muqiao, don't you think you've gone too far?"

"You're no longer the president of the Jian Group. Today, you're using the Jian Group's name to hold an art exhibition for your old flame, Wu Hua, and now you expect me to pay the bill? Why should I?"

"A harmonious family? You and Wu Hua have almost broken the bed in the house. Do you still think you can be my family?"

Faced with Jian He's sudden change of attitude, Yin Muqiao was at a loss.

To minimize the impact of this incident on Wu's painting exhibition, he quickly pulled Jian He aside.

"Jian He, didn't you read the message I sent you last night?"

"I've already told you, today is the last chance I can give you to make up, so why are you still causing trouble?"

"We're all people who care about our reputation, can't you have any self-respect at all?"

Facing Yin Muqiao in front of her, she crossed her arms and snorted coldly.

"I didn't fold towels with anyone else, so how am I shameless? Yin Muqiao, aren't you and Wu Hua the ones who should have some self-respect?"

"You even texted me, saying you'd give me one last chance? Bah! Who do you think you are?"

Faced with the furious Jian He, Yin Muqiao finally realized that his plan to have Jian He pay the bill today was probably not going to work out.

His face hardened, and he asked her in a deep voice, "So, you're not planning to pay the bill today? Is that it?"

Jian He answered firmly, "Yes..."

"So what brings you here today?" Yin Muqiao assumed that Jian He must have come to pay the bill; if she didn't want to pay, she wouldn't have come.

Upon hearing Yin Muqiao's question, Jian He replied bluntly, "I'm here today to cause trouble, so that you, Mr. Yin, will know that I, Jian He, have never been anyone's lapdog..."

After Jian He finished speaking, she turned to the driver who had brought her and ordered, "Put it on the big screen..."

"Yes, Mr. Jian."

The next moment, the people Jian He had arranged in advance swiftly began their operation.

Some of them were setting up the projector, while others were moving things, and they simply threw aside the painting that Wu had hung up earlier.

Wu Hua looked at her carefully crafted artwork, which had been tossed aside. The reporters she had invited to support her also picked up their cameras and began recording seriously.

She was the real star of this art exhibition, and Jian He's actions were clearly an attempt to sabotage her.

She had to stop Jian He from taking any further action.

To position herself as the one being bullied, Wu Hua approached Jian He, grabbed Jian He's arm, and began to sob.

"Miss Jian, I know you're talented and bold, but you can't bully people like that, can you?"