Xiao Jinghuai had no interest in so-called beauties; every woman looked the sa to him now. He just wanted to go ho and hold his naturally fragrant wife.
However, when he saw the person walking in, he was slightly taken aback and proactively asked, "What are you doing here?"
Qiao Yu didn’t expect that the person she had to accompany today would be Xiao Jinghuai. Suddenly, she felt utterly unbearable and wanted to rush out imdiately, but he suddenly reached out and grabbed her, "Qiao Yu, I’m asking you a question, answer —"
The woman held back her tears, forcefully shook off his hand, turned to face him, tears streaming down her face, "It’s none of your business, Xiao Jinghuai. I have nothing to do with you now, whether I live or die has nothing to do with you. Go back and pamper your wife! Stop pretending to be kind here."
Xiao Jinghuai frowned. He really didn’t plan to interfere, but who made her Song Song’s younger sister—
Moreover, she had been kind to him in the past. Could he really turn a blind eye to her downfall?
"Co out with ." He pulled her out the door.
Everyone in the private room witnessed this scene and was sowhat taken aback, thinking that the supposedly impervious President Xiao wasn’t so cold after all!
Soone ca out and asked the man who had sent the person earlier, "Hey, have you slept with that chick yourself?"
"Of course." The man grinned slyly, "She used to be a minor celebrity, seed to co from a decent family. Then sothing happened to her family, she started doing worse and worse. I ran into her on her first day here, such a rare catch, of course, I had to take advantage."
"Wow, that’s quite a bargain you got there," the other person teased, "If President Xiao really takes a liking to her, wouldn’t that an you both have been with the sa woman?"
"..."
Afterwards, the n burst into uproarious laughter, and the crude remarks only increased in frequency.
Xiao Jinghuai dragged Qiao Yu outside and imdiately let go, "What on earth is going on?"
"Ha." Qiao Yu sneered, "Stop pretending to be all noble, I’ve seen through it. None of you are decent people. Isn’t President Xiao coming to a place like this just to look for won? So co on!"
Suddenly, she lunged at him, seizing the opportunity to smudge a red mark on the collar of his white shirt.
A woman’s lipstick is the deadliest weapon and the greatest cause of marital problems.
Xiao Jinghuai imdiately pushed the woman away, too angry to notice the smug look in her eyes, "Qiao Yu, have so self-respect!"
Qiao Yu laughed flirtatiously, "I don’t even know what those two words an right now. Since President Xiao isn’t interested in , I’ll go back to accompany other guests. Actually, compared to other sisters, I’m still considered clean. At least I only need to serve one man."
Xiao Jinghuai felt a strange sensation in his heart. He knew it was the path she had chosen, it had nothing to do with him, nothing to do with Song Song—
But everyone has a sense of compassion.
And that compassion made him feel sowhat uncomfortable.
By the ti he got ho, it was already late, around nine or ten o’clock.
He walked to the bedroom door, opened it, and saw that the woman seed to be already asleep. He stepped inside, walked to the edge of the bed, and was just about to lean down when the petite figure suddenly turned over and lunged at him.
With the force of habit, they both fell onto the bed, and she, wearing conservative pajamas, straddled him.
His wife had always been shy, and it took him a long ti to persuade her to do sothing like this.
"Seems like you’re in a good mood today," he said, placing his hands on her hips.
Song Song, blushing, tried to swat his hands away, only to catch sight of the red mark on the collar of his white shirt—
Clearly, it was a woman’s lipstick.
And it must belong to a very beautiful woman.
Ordinary-looking won can’t pull off orange-toned lipstick.
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