My wife is amazing.

He Suye ignored Jiang Yichuan and the two women, and pulled Zhou Shuhui from her seat, saying, "I heard there's a beautiful swimming pool in the back. Let's go check it out."

She didn't seem to care at all about Zhou Shuhui's ruined reputation.

The two socialites, dressed in red and pink respectively, were about to speak when Jiang Yichuan silenced them with a cold glare. Both families worked for the Jiang family and were too busy currying favor with Jiang Yichuan to dare to go against him.

After warning the two men, Jiang Yichuan gazed deeply into He Suye's direction, his eyes seemingly filled with admiration. But only he knew that he was deliberately putting on a show for the two women who liked him.

After Jiang Yichuan left, the girl in the red dress stomped her foot, gritted her teeth, and whispered, "Yun Duo, tell your brother to check this woman's identity. I want her to know that meddling in other people's business comes at a price!"

The girl in the pink dress, who was called Cloud, hesitated: "I know she walked the red carpet with Young Master Mo, so maybe we should just forget about it?"

"What's there to consider? You think you can just let someone bully you like that? You might be able to swallow this insult, but I won't! Besides, she's just Young Master Mo's female companion, maybe just some low-class prostitute. Who cares if something happens to a prostitute?"

"I understand. I'll ask my brother to check it out. Viya, don't be too angry. We don't need to..."

"Shut up!" Su Weiya took a sip, then turned to look at Jiang Yichuan, her eyes unconsciously revealing her admiration.

The way Jiang Yichuan looked at that girl just now was very unusual. Compared to the humiliation she had just suffered, this was the humiliation she truly couldn't swallow.

The pool's azure surface reflects shimmering light, mirroring the luxurious furnishings along its edge.

He Suye took two glasses of champagne from the waiter and handed them to Zhou Shuhui, who was standing next to her. The poolside was much quieter than the pool, and there were very few people. Most of them were chatting in twos and threes, and no one paid any attention to the two of them.

Zhou Shuhui accepted the champagne, her eyes red with emotion, and said, "Thank you, Ye Zi..."

"No need, those two went too far. What kind of socialite and lady would talk about you like that in front of so many people? Aren't they afraid of being laughed at?"

"But if you talk about them like that, those two might come after you."

He Suye smiled faintly: "If I was afraid they would cause trouble, I wouldn't have come to help you."

Zhou Shuhui perceived He Suye's confidence as a deliberate attempt to comfort her. He Suye lowered her head and said remorsefully, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have come out during this time, but..."

"But what?" He Suye was also very curious. Why would Zhou Shuhui still attend such a grand banquet when the scandal had blown up so much?

But Zhou Shuhui changed the subject, saying, "It's nothing... This champagne is quite delicious."

As she spoke, her cheeks slowly flushed.

He Suye noticed, smiled, and deliberately dragged out the last syllable, saying, "Oh... so you have someone you like here."

Zhou Shuhui's face turned even redder; it was clear that He Suye was right.

She didn't press Zhou Shuhui about who her sweetheart was. Gazing at the water, she quietly pondered what was about to happen and how she could escape most easily. Ideally, she could also use her escape to outmaneuver Jiang Yichuan.

Soon, the Chamber of Commerce's annual charity gala officially began.

He Suye returned to the inner area from the pool. Zhou Shuhui lost interest in watching the performance, asked a waiter for a room, and went upstairs to rest. She would come down after the banquet.

Before going upstairs, Zhou Shuhui handed He Suye another key card to her room: "If you're bored too, come up and find me."

This shows that they completely trust her opinion.

He Suye took the key card and found her seat.

Thanks to Mo Yuan, she was fortunate enough to sit in the first row, but she had a vague premonition that sitting in the first row was not a good thing.

The first program of the banquet was a song and dance performance. The performance was mediocre and made people drowsy, but He Suye felt as if a pair of resentful eyes were staring at her from behind.

She didn't turn around, but calmly continued watching the performance.

Soon the second performance came, a highly difficult acrobatic act. The performer first stood on the ground and threw small red balls. When the number of balls increased to seven, the performer began to stand on the shoulders of two people to perform the ball-throwing act.

Then, the number of people below increased to five, with three standing at the bottom and two standing on top of these three, while the ball-throwing performer stood on the shoulders of those two, forming a pyramid shape.

For a moment, the performer was nearly four meters above the ground.

What's most impressive is that the performers no longer throw small balls, but rather gleaming daggers. If they're not careful, not only the performers but also the human wall below could get injured.

Those present were so frightened they dared not breathe: "This is too dangerous! What if there's an accident during the performance?"

Others disagreed: "The fact that they're performing means they're 100% confident, so what's there to be afraid of?"

No sooner had the man finished speaking than the performer cried out in surprise, his feet, which had been firmly planted, began to wobble. His dagger had already been thrown up, and if it fell, it would surely pierce him. However, he no longer had any free hands to catch the dagger that had been thrown up.

In the chaos, the performer waved his hand, and the dagger that had fallen flew straight toward the audience.

He Suye had a bad feeling, and when she saw the performer suddenly swaying, her premonition became even stronger.

Sure enough, the dagger flew towards her accurately the next second, as if it had been aimed at her.

"Watch out!" Mo Yuan shouted from the side, and then she was tackled to the ground by a tall figure.

Almost simultaneously, the dagger pierced the back of the chair where He Suye was sitting with a "thud," right where her heart had been when she was sitting.

He Suye felt a weight on her chest as Mo Yuan pressed down on her, his pleasant cologne scent instantly enveloping her.

For a moment, He Suye was stunned, not because of the flying dagger, but because of Mo Yuan's immediate action of tackling her to the ground and saving her.

The sudden accident caused chaos in the audience. Some people went to help the performers who had fallen off the stage, while others moved closer to Mo Yuan.

"He Suye!" Someone rushed over, looking extremely anxious.

He Suye's gaze swept past Mo Yuan's shoulder, and she was stunned. It was actually Song Qiyang. What was he doing here?

"Young Master! Are you alright?" Fifteen ran over, his face still showing shock, clearly quite frightened.

"I'm fine." Mo Yuan stood up, helped He Suye up from the ground, and then asked her, "How about you?"

He Suye shook her head. Song Qiyang, who was standing next to her, gave her a deep look without saying a word, and then turned to look at Mo Yuan.

At this moment, He Suye didn't care about anything else. She turned her head to look in a certain direction, and intuitively, her gaze fell on a girl in a red dress.

When the girl in the red dress saw her looking over, a fleeting look of regret crossed her eyes, and she guiltily looked away.

"What are you looking at?" Mo Yuan noticed something was wrong and followed He Suye's gaze.

Su Weiya, dressed in a bright red dress, was pretending to talk to someone, but her eyes were secretly glancing this way out of the corner of her eye.

Mo Yuan instantly understood He Suye's thoughts: "You suspect..."

"Shh!" He Suye made a shushing gesture.

Meanwhile, the performer who had fallen was led over by the organizers, limping. His hand was also injured, swaying as he walked, as if he had dislocated it.

The organizer bowed deeply and apologized to Mo Yuan with trepidation.

"Mr. Mo, Miss, we are so sorry, we had no idea such a serious stage accident would happen..."

"Stage accident?" Mo Yuan emphasized these four words with a meaningful tone.

The person in charge was taken aback. He looked at the seriously injured performer and asked in surprise, "You mean, he deliberately tried to hurt someone?"

The performer glared angrily at Mo Yuan: "What do you mean? If I wanted to hurt someone intentionally, why would I inflict such serious injuries on myself? What deep-seated hatred do I have against you?"

The performer spoke with conviction, seemingly unable to bear being questioned in this way.

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