The wealthy military officer spoils his wife excessively

"Nie Suwen, don't push your luck." Xiao Yuan stood up and said righteously, "No matter what, Third Brother and I are still engaged. How can you openly flaunt your power in front of me... Ah!"

A piercing scream rang out as brown coffee dripped down Xiao Yuan's hair, staining her pure white Chanel suit and leaving an unsightly smudge.

Last time I gave you a chance to block with your hand, but you won't be so lucky this time!

Suwen flipped her hand over and scooped out the coffee grounds at the bottom of the cup, making sure not a drop was wasted, before putting the cup down.

She saw Lu Zheng move slightly, but ultimately remained firmly seated in the chair.

well.

If he dares to make a move at this moment, this cup of coffee will be poured over his head.

Xiao Yuan was stunned, and hushed laughter erupted from the crowd. When she came to her senses, she forgot to pretend to be innocent and jumped up to slap Su Wen across the face.

Su Wen didn't move at all, just stood there letting her hit her. Lu Zheng reacted faster than her, grabbing Xiao Yuan's wrist.

"Third brother——"

Her voice choked with sobs, breaking the hearts of those who heard it.

Suwen suddenly laughed. She looked at Xiao Yuan, who was unable to move, and said with a sneer, "Look at you, what's the use of all that you've done? This man doesn't want you anymore. He won't help you if you're bullied. He'll just hold your hands and let others step on your face. He doesn't love you at all."

This scene, coupled with Suwen's words, was like a sharp knife piercing Xiao Yuan's heart. Her eyes instantly filled with blood.

But Suwen felt it wasn't enough: "Do you think you slapped me in the face by relying on your wealth and status? No, you slapped yourself in the face. Do you think Lu Zheng would care about these things? He has all of these things. He loves me, but he loves me even though I have neither wealth nor status."

As soon as she finished speaking, Suwen felt a burning gaze fixed on her.

She deliberately ignored this feeling and avoided meeting someone's gaze.

"You don't need to provoke me like this. Do you think you can defeat me with just a few words? Grandpa will not allow you to exist. I want to see who comes out on top in the end!"

So you've finally stopped pretending? Once the mask is torn off, no one is significantly more noble than anyone else.

"Yuanyuan," Lu Zheng sighed and finally slowly released his grip on her.

At that soft call, Xiao Yuan's tears immediately fell, this time with a touch of genuine emotion. She had chased him for so many years, waited for so many years, all just to hear him call her name so tenderly.

"You've really made a mistake this time." There was no accusation, no anger, just a calm statement of fact. "You've done something so wrong that we can never be together again. You know I hate it when people touch my things. Susu is mine, and you shouldn't have touched her."

"Third Brother, she was the first one... You clearly saw it..." Xiao Yuan cried uncontrollably, and the last glimmer of hope in her heart was slowly extinguished in his calm and indifferent tone.

"Enough!" came a sharp rebuke from Young Master Xiao. "Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"

With a deep, resonant voice, Xiao Shao gave a signal, and his secretary immediately came forward, grabbed Xiao Yuan, and dragged her out.

Goodness, Su Wen re-examined this playboy, thinking to herself that this was truly cunning and shrewd. He had used her to embarrass Xiao Yuan, and now he was putting on a dignified elder brother act to clean up the mess. This self-directed and self-acted performance put even a professional actress like herself to shame.

She and Lu Zheng were now alone in the tea room. The situation was incredibly awkward. Since his outburst from home, which could be considered a fight, and her busy schedule with the film crew's promotions, they hadn't seen each other for ten days to two weeks at a time, to the point that she had forgotten how to make up with him. Now, suddenly their eyes met, and she didn't know what to say!

Lu Zheng stared intently at her, reaching out a hand to touch her right cheek. Su Wen instinctively avoided it.

His eyes were filled with sorrow, and his voice was hoarse: "Does it still hurt?"

Su Wen suddenly wanted to laugh, and shrugged indifferently: "If she really slapped me so hard that it would hurt for three days, I wouldn't have just given her a cup of coffee."

"I'm sorry," the apology came so abruptly that Su Wen couldn't immediately tell whether it was an apology for the argument that day or an apology on behalf of Xiao Yuan.

"I didn't know Yuanyuan would come looking for trouble with you. If I had known, I wouldn't have let her cause such a ruckus..."

"Why so many 'what ifs'? Besides, this has nothing to do with you, you don't need to apologize for her." Suwen interrupted him irritably. She felt her heart sinking, and she desperately needed to end this conversation immediately to stop this endless descent.

When Xiao Rong returned home for dinner, she noticed a somber atmosphere at the table. Counting the heads, she realized one was missing: Xiao Yuan.

He smiled nonchalantly, took off his coat, wiped his hands with a towel, sat down at the table, picked up a chrysanthemum crab cake for himself, and began to chew it with relish.

Madam Xiao, Xiao Zhiyuan's second wife after his deceased wife, frowned and glanced at her husband with displeasure.

Xiao Rong didn't miss a single detail, yet pretended not to see them, and asked with a smile, "Dad, Aunt Lian's crab cakes are quite good, why aren't you eating any?"

Xiao Zhiyuan slammed down his chopsticks in frustration: "It's all because of your sister. As soon as she got back, she ran back to her room and cried, refusing to come down to eat, and wouldn't listen to anyone. I heard from Secretary Zhou that Yuanyuan went to your place this afternoon?"

A glint flashed in Xiao Rong's deep peach blossom eyes, and then he advised, "Dad, stepmother, you two eat first. I'll go upstairs to see her later."

Only after hearing this did Xiao Zhiyuan pick up his chopsticks again. His youngest daughter had suffered some grievances when she was young, and out of a sense of compensation, he inevitably spoiled her a bit too much, which made her stubborn and willful. When she was being stubborn, she wouldn't listen to anyone, but she would listen to Xiao Rong.

When Xiao Rong kicked open the door, Xiao Yuan was crying on her pillow. Hearing the door open, she turned around, glanced at the door, and immediately sat up, forgetting her crying.

Xiao Rong lazily closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed. The soft bed sank slightly, and Xiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat.

"What, feeling guilty?" Xiao Rong sneered, lighting a cigarette, the lighter illuminating his profile.

"Don't smoke in my room."

Xiao Rong exhaled a deep smoke ring, stared at her, not angry at all, and looked her up and down as if it were fun: "I'm telling you, aren't you tired? You're always chasing after a man, you're making the Xiao family lose all face."

Xiao Yuan took a deep breath and turned her back.

"Don't think I don't know why you're so persistent in clinging to Lu Zheng. You think you're good enough for Lu Zheng? Oh, you really think you're the eldest daughter of the Xiao family? You're just a bastard born of some wild woman."

"Xiao Rong!" Xiao Yuan stood up angrily, her eyes wide and her pupils contracting sharply.

Xiao Rong knew what she wanted to say. After all these years, what new tricks could this girl possibly come up with? He even stood up in a good mood and patted Xiao Yuan's stiff face: "If you say my mouth is sharp, it's not even half as sharp as your blackened heart. At such a young age, you have such deep thoughts. If I were to tell Lu Zheng all about your good deeds, would you still have the face to see him?"

Xiao Yuan stood frozen in place, shrinking back and forth, trembling violently. He was like the most cunning executioner, knowing exactly where to strike to be most fatal, each cut ensuring she would see blood and flesh splatter.

After a long while, she moved her feet, walking past him step by step. She wished she had a knife so she could stab him in the heart, but her face was stiff, her flesh was stiff, and her steps were even stiffer.

"Where are you going?" Xiao Rong's leisurely voice came from behind.

"Go down for dinner."

Her figure disappeared through the doorway. Xiao Rong leaned lazily against the headboard, a smile playing on her lips.

Through Xue Shaofeng's introduction, Suwen quickly landed her first endorsement deal for a newly launched real estate project. Because of the superstar's influence, the fee was a very substantial seven-figure sum. Ye Zi initially advised Suwen against accepting such commercially driven endorsements, but Suwen had just spent a fortune on a house and desperately needed to earn money to replenish her pockets.

But there's no such thing as easy money.

That evening, the advertising sponsor was hosting a dinner at the Park Hyatt. They figured it would be more prestigious to have a minor celebrity accompany them, so they sent an invitation to Suwen's agent. Xiao Ai looked worried when she received the call. If she went to such a banquet, she was afraid her artist would be taken advantage of; if she didn't go, she couldn't afford to offend those big shots.

Suwen was quite nonchalant: "It's nothing, it's just a meal, I'll go."

Being an entertainer is actually similar to many marginal professions; it's about surviving in the cracks. She has no right to demand special privileges.

That evening, Suwen didn't dress up much, just wore light makeup and dressed very conservatively, covering herself up completely. The sponsor sent a car to pick her up from the company. As soon as Suwen got in, the middle-aged man with yellow teeth stopped smiling. Was this a female celebrity? Was she even underage? Fortunately, her face was quite pretty, fresh and youthful, to his liking. The fat on the middle-aged man's face finally softened a bit.

Su Wen casually and gracefully extended her hand: "Is this Mr. Wan? I hope you will take care of me in the future."

The middle-aged man smiled and took her hand. "Tsk tsk, this feels pretty good. The skin is fragrant, soft, and smooth. It feels like it could melt if you squeeze it."

From the moment Suwen got into the car, this lecherous gaze never left her. Suwen had inquired beforehand and heard that this man had a history of scandalous affairs and specifically targeted young models and rising stars. So she had instructed Xiao Ai in advance to pick her up from the hotel around the same time, so that this Mr. Wan wouldn't find an excuse to keep her there.

As Suwen sat down at the table, she noticed that several of the other "bosses" had also brought female companions, which put her mind at ease. Just as the banquet was about to begin, the door to the private room was pushed open again, and a clear, deep voice came from the doorway: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

As soon as he finished speaking, someone began to flatter him: "Not at all, Young Master Lu, this is just in time. We're all too early, hehehehe."