The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

A low, soft moan came from the bathroom. Nie Suwen paused, quickly pulling back her hand that was about to push the door open.

The red wooden door was ajar, and her curiosity piqued, she couldn't help but peek through the crack...

The lewdness in the bathroom immediately made her blush!

On the gleaming marble sink, a man and a woman were almost touching...

Most incredibly, she recognized the woman; she was Xing Manzi, the school beauty from their school, and the man riding on her body was her target for the night—Director Chu, who was in charge of filming the "Youermei" commercial!

How did they end up together?

Suwen gasped, clutching her chest and turning away, her mind a jumbled mess.

Nie Suwen and Xing Manzi were both prominent figures at the film school. Xing Manzi came from a wealthy family and had a very capable boyfriend. In this circle, people either had money or powerful connections, and Xing Manzi, as the school beauty, possessed both. Naturally, she was arrogant and looked down on Nie Suwen. Suwen, on the other hand, was used to being low-key and had no direct conflicts with her. However, this time, "Youermei" was looking for a youthful and healthy new face on campus for its newly launched health drink. Brand advertisements from major manufacturers were always the best opportunity for newcomers to gain exposure, so Suwen and Manzi ended up facing off.

This competition is undoubtedly a clash of titans. Everyone is certain that the final role will be chosen from the two of them, and even the film's director has a high opinion of them. But there can only be one role, so they will definitely fight to the death.

Su Wen thought it over and over but felt her chances were slim. After going through many connections, she learned that Director Chu frequented a bar called Mour, so she staked out the place every night. Unexpectedly, Xing Manzi beat her to it.

Manzi's voice still drifted intermittently into my ears—

"Director Chu... I made you feel good... Ah... Don't forget me..."

Her soft, delicate voice trembled with a sob.

"My darling, you're so alluring, how could I forget you?"

The man's voice was lewd and rough. Nie Suwen couldn't possibly connect it to the serious-looking director in a suit and tie she had seen during the audition.

"Then...about the advertising..."

"Baby, don't worry, it has to be you..."

"real?!"

"Oh, relax..."

"Ugh... Director Chu, you're so mean..."

The two voices gradually turned into moaning and groaning. Nie Suwen felt a chill in her heart, and an uncontrollable feeling of nausea welled up in her chest.

She hurried back, the corridor lights dim and yellowish. She braced herself against the wall with one hand, frantically reaching for her phone with the other. She dialed a number, but her words became slurred.

"Hey, Momo, it's me... What do we do now?"

"What do you mean, what to do? Have you seen Director Chu?"

"I saw it...no, no...it's not that I didn't..."

"What's wrong? Did you see him or not? Why are you so flustered?"

Suwen moved her phone away slightly, took several deep breaths, and calmly said, "I saw Director Chu. He was with Xing Manzi, doing... that kind of thing. He has already promised the advertising deal to Manzi."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

Zhou Mo understood; she must be trying to find a solution. Mo Mo was always clever, and it was she who suggested that she come to Mour to find Director Chu. She had hoped to have a chance to showcase her talents in front of Director Chu and increase her chances of success, but she didn't expect Xing Manzi to be even more direct... Now, even Mo Mo would probably be in a bind.

After a long pause, the other end finally said, "It's a bit tricky. But it's not entirely hopeless. Didn't you go through all that trouble to hook up with that oil tycoon? He has a close relationship with Director Chu. Ask him to put in a good word for you with Director Chu. Xing Manzi is just a woman. Chu Huailiang is just playing around with her. These rich second-generation heirs of big entrepreneurs are all potential investors. Chu Huailiang knows what's important."

Zhou Mo's words reassured Su Wen somewhat, but when she mentioned the oil tycoon, Su Wen frowned again: "That oil tycoon? He's just putting on a show, he has no taste at all. I think... he's unreliable."

"Who cares if he's reliable or not? At least he can afford a sports car while you can't. Don't forget that the mink coat you're wearing was bought by your sister. If you can't get this piece of paper, you'll be waiting to sell yourself to pay off your debts."

Stingy! Cold-blooded! And they keep calling themselves sisters!

A person walked towards them down the corridor. Su Wen cursed under his breath and slightly stepped aside to make way for them.

The man was also on the phone, his elegant shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and the expensive watch on his wrist gleamed even in the dim corridor light. He seemed to be angry, his emotions running high, and he didn't even turn his head as he passed by Suwen.

Su Wen kept her head down until the person disappeared at the end of the corridor, then slowly straightened her stiff neck and looked back—

The empty corridor seemed to still hold the faint silhouette of that person—

Suwen shook his head vigorously to prove that this was not a hallucination. For a moment, his mind went blank, and his thoughts were as chaotic as an avalanche.

On the phone, Zhou Mo was already cursing impatiently: "Hey, Nie Suwen, are you even listening?"

Su Wen stiffly picked up her phone, moved her lips, and numbly said, "What should I do... I think I've met my nemesis..."

On the phone, Zhou Mo was still calling out "hello, hello," but Su Wen couldn't hear anything anymore. Her mind was filled with the handsome profile of the man in the beige cashmere shirt from earlier.

Could it be him?

Reason told her it must not be, but her heart, empty for three years, seemed to harbor a faint hope.

As she left the restroom, the young oil tycoon who had come with her was dancing intimately with several hot girls on the dance floor. After waiting for a while, she lost all patience and had no choice but to go up and interrupt them, saying apologetically, "Sorry, I'm suddenly not feeling well and I'd like to go back first."

Seeing her looking so lost and confused, he assumed she was being jealous and throwing a tantrum. He immediately abandoned the hot girls on the dance floor, put his arm around her waist, and said, "Why did it take you so long to go to the bathroom? Are you feeling unwell? I'll sit with you for a while."

Su Wen subtly turned her body, avoiding the man's burning hot hand. If it weren't for the advertising contract, she would never have come out to accompany this lust-driven man.

They returned to the private room together. The deafening dance music outside was suddenly shut out, and the orange lights flowed ambiguously.

Tonight, those gathered here are all spendthrifts, a veritable collection of spoiled brats and spendthrifts. The lighting in the private room is inconsistent, and several couples in the corner have already begun their "illicit affair," the mingled scents of various designer perfumes pungent enough to make one nauseous.

She overheard someone asking, "Didn't they say that Young Master Lu would be making a grand appearance tonight?"

"Just got here, went out to answer a phone call. You think you can see anyone but women?"

He simply raised his glass and smiled when teased. Just then, the door to the private room opened and closed again. In a daze, Su Wen felt the seductive music around him disappear, and even the men and women who were "deeply in love" stopped what they were doing. Someone stood up and greeted him, "Young Master Lu, you're here?"

Sometimes, the world is really small!

She hadn't been mistaken when she saw him in the corridor. Three years later, having left the city, in this vast capital, she still ran into him!

Three years ago, Lu Zheng was just a small-time hoodlum, sharing a cramped old apartment of less than 20 square meters in the city center with her, making money by racing cars on Xueyuan Road at night. However, he was always generous, and Su Wen had thought that perhaps his family was not simple. "Young Master Lu..." she murmured to herself, a faint, sarcastic smile creeping onto her lips.

She had already tried to keep her presence to a minimum, but unexpectedly, she still ran into Lu Zheng as he entered.

His dark eyes quickly swept across the entire private room. Just then, Su Wen inadvertently looked up, and their eyes met. Both of them were surprised and stunned for a moment.

His gaze lingered on her, his eyes...

"Lu Zheng!" The man on the emperor sofa raised his hand, and the cigarette drew a neat arc in the air before landing accurately in Lu Zheng's hand.

He looked away, lit a cigarette, and strolled toward the sofa.

Suwen felt uneasy all over.

Although the man was sitting on the VIP sofa drinking and chatting with his friends, his gaze kept drifting towards her, seemingly unintentionally.

Even she couldn't help but ask, "Susu, do you know Young Master Lu?"

She shrugged innocently.

The person she knew was Lu Zheng, who would recklessly speed in order to earn money to pay for her tuition, not the elegant and refined Lu Shao.

Lu Zheng frowned. Who was the man sitting next to her? Calling her "Susu"? Ha, so anyone can call her that... She really is a prostitute.

"Do you know that pretty girl over there?" Xiao Rong put her arm around his shoulder, her alluring peach blossom eyes glancing at Su Wen.

Lu Zheng glanced at it again, concealing his displeasure, and gave a mumbled "hmm".

Xiao Rong was shocked, her peach blossom eyes widening: "When did this romantic encounter happen? How come I've never seen anything like this before?"

Lu Zheng did not answer, but a storm was brewing in his dark eyes.

Yan Bei picked up a glass of wine and gave Xiao Rong a cold, sidelong glance: "It's their family matter, why are you meddling so much?"

“Family… matters…” Xiao Rong repeated these two words, resting her chin on her hand as it slumped to the ground, and then fell silent.

Suwen could no longer bear this silent, agonizing gaze. She put on her coat, stood up, and said, "Enjoy your time. I have something to do, so I'll be going now."

She had been sitting in an inconspicuous corner, but now she suddenly stood up, her tall and slender figure instantly attracting countless eyes. A leopard-print tank top perfectly outlined her alluring figure, revealing most of her long, slender, snow-white legs, which shone brightly under the lights. She tightened the collar of her fur coat, and with a casual flick of her wrist, her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.