So people got the news early, knowing that Chen Lei would bring Su Wanxin to the scene tonight. Recently, Su Wanxin has been a hot topic in their circle, so everyone wanted to see for themselves what kind of extraordinary woman she was that made tonight’s dinner party unusually crowded.
Contrary to everyone’s expectation, Su Wanxin did not seem like soone engaged in finance. Just as her colleagues teased, compared to the typical finance folks, her face looked more like that of soone from the entertainnt industry.
Before leaving work, Su Wanxin quickly applied makeup in the restroom. Her sowhat sickly pale complexion, enhanced with foundation and blush, appeared vibrant and showed no signs of abnormality.
She dressed in black and white, wearing Chanel black trousers and a Chloe ruffle-collared white shirt, classic and elegant, dignified yet with a touch of sweetness.
She was tall and wore high heels, making her over 1.7 ters tall. Despite appearing thin, she had all the right curves, perfectly shaped. Her delicate features and a slight smile made it hard for others to look away.
Observing her, they recalled the rumors about her and felt they were not without basis.
Such beauty justified the title "school beauty," and it was no wonder there were rumors linking her with various magnates. Who among the wealthy wouldn’t like such a pretty ornant?
In just a few minutes, watching Su Wanxin’s face almost made everyone forget how she had dominated them in business recently.
Su Wanxin held a wine glass, politely dealing with colleagues who ca to chat. Her mood improved significantly after eting so familiar friends from Harvard, and she drank a few more glasses.
Suddenly, a noisy commotion erupted behind her, and amidst it, she faintly heard soone calling "President Fu." Her heart sank as she turned around.
In the crowd, Fu Shihan made a grand entrance, already surrounded by flatterers, and standing by his side was Shen Xiaochen, whom she hadn’t seen for so days.
Being Fu Shihan’s companion once again, Shen Xiaochen looked exceptionally happy. Her haughty deanor reminded Su Wanxin of a peacock spreading its feathers.
Shen Xiaochen mingled with Fu Shihan for a while and soon noticed Su Wanxin. She subtly furrowed her brow and stealthily observed Fu Shihan’s expression. Seeing that Fu Shihan was expressionless upon seeing Su Wanxin, she felt relieved.
It seed that Fu Shihan’s interest in Su Wanxin had faded; thinking about it, Su Wanxin had been away for three years, who knew how many n she had been with during that ti? Surely Fu Shihan found her dirty.
Watching Fu Shihan chatting about work, Shen Xiaochen, seeing him too busy to pay attention to her, walked towards Su Wanxin.
Su Wanxin stood in place, waiting for her, smiling ambiguously. Once Shen Xiaochen reached her, she spoke softly, "How long has it been since you last saw Fu Shihan? Your tail is almost up in the sky, tsk, quite pitiful."
This hit Shen Xiaochen’s sore spot, indeed she hadn’t seen Fu Shihan for a long ti, let alone had the chance to be close to him.
"Pitiful? I’m still better off than you," Shen Xiaochen retorted with a cold laugh. "He’s tired of you; you should have so self-awareness and stay far away."
"For , he grew tired after playing. But for you..." Su Wanxin lowered her head with a slight smile. "He never even bothered to play."
Fu Shihan had never touched Shen Xiaochen, never. So these words infuriated Shen Xiaochen: "Don’t be so smug; one day I’ll wipe that smile off your face!"
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