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The evening’s kickoff banquet unfolded as expected, with Xia Sheng also making an appearance.
Moreover, she sat beside He Lei, laughing and chatting with him—one side the director, the other the producer.
The other actors were all seated below, burying their heads in their food.
Jiang Mian couldn’t stand the atmosphere anymore and stood up, heading to the bathroom.
"Whoosh—"
She rinsed her fair and delicate hands for a long ti, the running water slid past, lifting slow droplets.
"Jiang Mian."
Hearing the noise, Jiang Mian turned off the faucet and turned around.
Xia Sheng was standing to the side with a smile brimming with aning, looking her up and down with a scrutinizing gaze that made Jiang Mian feel sowhat uncomfortable.
She pulled several paper towels to dry her hands, casually threw them in the nearby trash bin, and walked out on her high heels, nodding slightly, "Mhm."
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Xia Sheng was baffled by Jiang Mian’s reaction.
She stepped forward and blocked Jiang Mian’s path: "Miss Jiang seems a bit rude."
Jiang Mian’s red lips bent slightly, casually uttering an "Oh": "So people who have no concept of ti are ruder than ."
Xia Sheng held back her frustration; Jiang Mian sure knew how to provoke.
"Miss Jiang shouldn’t judge things she doesn’t understand."
Jiang Mian’s red lips leveled out in indifference. At this critical mont, she really didn’t want to interact much with Xia Sheng.
It’s just a waste of ti to engage in these battles of wits.
"What does where I go have to do with you?"
Her gaze fell, and a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of her mouth: "A good dog doesn’t block the path. Miss Xia doesn’t seem to know this saying..."
"Oh." Jiang Mian covered her mouth, feigning surprise in her tone: "Perhaps living abroad for so long, it’s normal not to know such proverbs."
You!!!
Xia Sheng was so infuriated she felt unwell all over; she had never expected Jiang Mian to have such a temperant.
To be Mrs. Fu, one should be a great lady of grace and poise.
Xia Sheng tried to calm herself down, bending her red lips into a smile: "I didn’t expect you to be so eloquent. I wonder if President Fu knows? Mrs. Fu..."
Jiang Mian truly admired Xia Sheng’s composure.
No wonder she had climbed to her current position, unshaken in the eyes of others.
She’s not a little green tea; she’s a fully-blood, thousand-year-old white lotus.
Hearing the words "Mrs. Fu" from Xia Sheng’s mouth, Jiang Mian laughed, her tone winding playfully: "President Fu certainly knows, and there’s even more he knows that you don’t. Want to share with you?"
"Jiang Mian, you’re really not worthy of Sichen. What does he even see in you?"
What does he see in ?
Jiang Mian’s brows lifted slightly, her eyes gleaming with a flush, righteous and bold: "He likes that I’m beautiful, that I’m young; you can call this an old man doting on a young woman."
Nearby, the swaying shadow of a man chuckled warmly, the sound deep and low.
Xia Sheng was at a loss for words to Jiang Mian’s proud and confident tone.
The man she secretly revered in her heart—how did he beco valueless in Jiang Mian’s mouth?
"I rember soone impersonating at the auction. Oh right, those auction sessions were all reimbursed by my husband. He’s very good to ."
Outplaying the green tea role so well that the original can’t even find her path.
"Jiang Mian! You’re going to ruin him like this, you’re using him, you don’t really love him!"
Jiang Mian looked at Xia Sheng as she gradually fell apart, her smile unrestrained, her beautiful eyes sowhat defiant and fierce: "Using him? When you exploited the title of Mrs. Fu for hype, wasn’t that you using him?! You wish!"
"From start to finish, it was only you using him, Xia Sheng, you’re not worthy, and I won’t allow it."
Fu Sichen, he’s always been untouchable.
No one can tarnish him.
"Also, of course I love him, and he loves very much. Otherwise, why would he insist on exercising with every day, and by the way, he’s amazing in bed."
Xia Sheng’s face turned red and white, speechless.
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