The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

Actually, Suwen wasn't sure, she just knew to head towards the most expensive private room. The door to the room was half-open, and Suwen indeed saw Lu Zheng inside. Just as she was about to knock, she suddenly saw the person sitting in front of him—a woman.

Xiao Yuan.

They were talking about something, and Xiao Yuan looked very agitated, constantly wiping away tears with tissues.

Suwen quietly withdrew and left.

With a busy promotional period, Suwen hasn't had many opportunities to actually live at home since moving into her new house.

Xiang Ru, on the other hand, was very satisfied with her new home, and all her previous complaints were long forgotten.

That day, Suwen rarely returned to the company, but Xiao Ai stopped her and started gossiping about the boss.

Su Wen hadn't expected to hear the name "Xiao Yuan" again so soon. Xiao Ai had told her that Xiao Yuan had been causing trouble here for several days.

Rumors swirled, but the most plausible version went like this: One day, Miss Xiao stormed into the company looking for Lu Zheng, leaving the receptionist completely bewildered. Everyone knew Lu Zheng was an honorary director, a figurehead who rarely appeared at the company; the actual decisions were made by Xiao Rong. Xiao Yuan assumed either the receptionist or Lu Zheng was trying to fool her, so she revealed her identity as the young lady of the house. The receptionist, left with no choice but to serve her tea and drinks.

Xiao Yuan was turned away and vented her anger on the receptionist: "What kind of coffee is this? What kind of coffee beans were used to make it? It's all grounds!"

The little girl stammered, "This is instant coffee..."

Everyone in the company is constantly on the go, rushing around like whirlwinds. Who has the leisure to grind coffee beans? When things get busy, a cup of Nescafé to perk you up is enough.

Miss Xiao poured a cup of scalding hot coffee onto the carpet in front of everyone: "Is this coffee fit for human consumption? If you don't want to work here anymore, I'll tell my brother to fire you!"

The young girl was stunned. The young lady immediately declared, "I know Lu Zheng is in this company. Does he think he can get away with hiding from me? I don't believe it. If he doesn't show up, I'll come here every day for 'coffee.' You can just pass on this message to me like this." With that, the young lady walked away proudly in her high heels.

Su Wen was also puzzled. She had moved out after their argument at his apartment that day, and the two hadn't seen each other for days. Was Lu Zheng at the company? Why had she never run into him?

Miss Xiao finally lived up to her reputation for perseverance and keeping her word. She made a scene every day, sometimes with her best friend, but it was all just nitpicking and never went too far. It was just a rich girl passing the time when she was bored, and everyone got used to it after a while. In the workplace, who doesn't have a bit of a knack for playing dumb?

Listening to her lose all ladylike composure and hurl insults like "What the hell is Lu Zheng busy with?" actually made me feel quite relieved.

But the person responsible for delivering coffee to the young lady every day could never manage a smile. That day, Xiao Ai had just finished telling her this story when she turned to go to the tea room to make tea, only to be stopped by an older woman.

"Go, take it to the tea room."

It seems that Suwen's usual casual clothes were too plain, and this woman treated her like a tea room worker.

There was no one else in the tea room except for the young lady and her best friend, who sat there alone, and no one else dared to approach.

When the coffee was put down, Xiao Yuan looked up at her. That look was so complex that Su Wen didn't even have time to understand its meaning before she turned to leave.

"Stop." Xiao Yuan's hand gripped her shoulder. "Nie, Su, Wen."

Resigned to their fate, they stopped.

"So it was you." Xiao Yuan looked her over, as if suddenly realizing something. "No wonder Lu Zheng keeps coming here all the time, turns out he's been entangled with that vixen."

Su Wen's eye twitched. Every day when she delivered coffee to this young lady, a few people would peek out from outside the tea room, eager to see what kind of tantrum she would throw. Today, however, it was truly lively.

Xiao Yuan's friend opened her eyes wide, pointing at Su Wen with a look of half-doubt and half-confusion: "Ah, you're the one who stole Yuan Yuan's fiancé?"

Su Wen, feeling embarrassed, brushed away Xiao Yuan's hand and explained earnestly, "I'm sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else. I do know someone named Lu Zheng, but I haven't been bothering anyone, nor have I stolen anyone's fiancé. Please, both of you, watch your mouths..."

There was a crisp sound of "pa——".

Suwen was dumbfounded. According to the script, when women fight and slap each other, there's usually a prelude or a symbolic verbal hint. But this young lady was so unpredictable; she slapped her across the face right then and there, leaving her no chance to defend herself.

Suwen stumbled back a step, stopped, and then felt a buzzing in her right ear, followed by a burning pain.

I had heard before that Edison was slapped so hard he became deaf as a child, which seemed unbelievable. But now, Nie Suwen’s firsthand experience proves that biographies of successful people sometimes do not lie.

Xiao Yuan, strutting around like a victorious hen, said, "Consider this slap as tuition. Today I'll teach you what the phrase 'matching social status' really means."

Before Suwen could retort, Xiao Yuan grabbed her hair and patted her swollen cheeks: "A person should know their own limitations. Your worth was determined from the day you were born. Don't covet things that don't belong to you!"

If Suwen didn't react this time, she would be letting down her buzzing ears.

She abruptly pushed Xiao Yuan's hand away and grabbed the coffee on the table.

Xiao Yuan was startled and instinctively stepped back, covering her face with her hand.

Not far away, Xiao Rong was walking briskly towards them, guided by his secretary.

Xiao Yuan was just waiting for the scalding cup of coffee to be spilled; perhaps, without her intervention, the problem would become much simpler.

She will teach her a lesson: the price of impulsiveness is something the poor cannot afford!

Suwen's hand holding the coffee trembled violently. The burning sensation on her right cheek constantly reminded her how many curious eyes were watching, hoping she would spill the coffee. That way, she could vent their anger, but no one would help her bear the consequences.

She alone cannot bear this burden.

Suwen snorted through her nose, tugged at the corners of her cracked lips, and smiled.

He tilted his head back and drank the coffee in one gulp.

"Such good coffee, what a pity, Miss Xiao, someone of your status will never be able to appreciate its taste."

Xiao Yuan slowly lowered her hand from her face, her expression turning awkward.

Suwen controlled her trembling hands and turned around as calmly as possible. The word "dignity" should have long since disappeared from her dictionary. Dignity is reserved for those with status and position. It's not too late to talk about "dignity" when she has achieved success and fame.

Upon seeing Xiao Rong approaching, the crowd dispersed and made way for her in an orderly manner.

Xiao Rong's gaze fell on her face, serious and solemn.

"Brother..." Xiao Yuan's voice was full of grievance.

Suwen felt a pang of regret, thinking: "If only I had just thrown that cup of coffee down the drain."

Xiao Rong turned to his secretary and gave her some instructions. The secretary nodded and led Su Wen aside. Soon after, someone brought an ice pack and applied it to her.

On the other end, the man's voice was calm and even, as if he were chatting casually: "Have you been having a lot of free time lately? Or is the coffee at my company really that good?"

"I……"

“Your father taught you to separate public and private matters, especially since this is my company. If you cause trouble again next time, I will hand you over to security. I don’t want to see you being dragged out of my company.”

Hearing this, Xiao Yuan almost burst into tears. Her best friend tugged at her sleeve, "Yuanyuan, let's go..."

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xiao Yuan left looking disheveled with her bag. Xiao Rong turned around, her beautiful peach blossom eyes sweeping over everyone, her voice icy: "Don't you all have anything better to do?"

The crowd immediately dispersed.

Su Wen felt it was time for her to leave. As she passed by Xiao Rong, she suddenly heard him ask, "Do you regret it?"

She suddenly looked up and saw him staring at her with intense eyes. Then he suddenly smiled, revealing his teeth, and instantly gave her the feeling of a snowstorm breaking out.

Before she knew it, he was close enough to ask her in a voice only the two of them could hear: "If you had another chance, would you throw that cup of coffee in her face?"

Suwen's eyes widened.

The man curled the corners of his mouth into a smile, as sly as a fox.

She gritted her teeth and made no attempt to hide her feelings: "Yes!"

Xiao Yuan's slap was quite harsh. For the next few days, Su Wen had to wear thick layers of powder to cover it up whenever she went out with the crew for promotional activities.

She was suddenly called back to the company by Ye Zi that day, and she didn't know why. When she arrived, she saw a crowd gathered outside the tea room. She had a bad impression of that place and instinctively avoided it.

Unexpectedly, she bumped into Xiao Rong, who was coming out of the elevator. He seemed to know what was going on in the tea room and asked her, "Why don't you go take a look?"

Suwen smirked, showing no interest.

Xiao Rong's secretary walked over from one side of the corridor, carrying a cup of coffee, and handed it to Su Wen.

Suwen looked up, puzzled.

In his peach blossom eyes, a smile flickered, as if asking her: The opportunity has come, do you dare?

He nervously accepted the coffee, still somewhat bewildered. The person sitting there was his own sister!

As I approached the crowd, I heard Xiao Yuan's voice: "Third Brother..." soft and weak, as if she had suffered endless grievances.

Suwen coughed awkwardly. Lu Zheng turned around, glanced at her, his dark eyes deep, as if concealing endless meaning.

"Nie Suwen, what else do you want?" Xiao Yuan noticed his gaze and turned around abruptly.

Cough cough, did I do anything to her? Well, not before, but that might not be the case now...

"It's nothing, I was just worried you might get thirsty from talking, so I was asking if you needed some coffee."