Ding Long is now considered a prominent figure in the capital, not just because of his high net worth, but also because of his generous support for various charitable causes. Every year, you can see news of Ding Long’s charitable efforts in the capital’s financial reports.
Of course, most people at this banquet aren’t looking at Ding Long’s charity work; they’re looking at his money and his face.
In circles like this, any man with a bit of money or status often has mistresses outside, while maintaining appearances at ho. However, Ding Long is an exception; he’s never had any scandals with other won. But the more he is like this, the more won want to throw themselves at him.
After all, who doesn’t like a faithful benefactor?
Ding Long, having lived through two lives, is anything but stupid. How could he not understand the intentions of the woman who had passed by him several tis tonight, and who this ti, quite ’accidentally’, spilled a drink on him and fell into his arms?
"I’m sorry, Mr. Ding. These high heels are new tonight, and I might not be used to them. I accidentally fell and got you all wet with my drink. Shall I accompany you to the washroom to clean up? Or you can give your coat and I’ll wash it and return it to you?"
"You practically have radar for landing on . That accidental fall is really surprising." Ding Long rolled his eyes at the woman still leaning pitifully against him, claiming her foot was hurt. As he spoke, he stepped back, watching her fall to the ground, surprised. He smirked, turned around, and after saying goodbye to the host, he left the party.
Had it not been for the fact that this outfit was chosen by Ding Jinshi for him, Ding Long looked at the drink on his clothes and almost wanted to throw the coat away.
Because of this incident, Ding Long ended up coming ho earlier than usual, arriving by eight o’clock.
Knowing that Ding Long had gone out for a social event, Ding Jinshi was a bit surprised to see him return at this hour, as he usually wouldn’t co ho from such gatherings until after ten, and never later than eleven.
"You sll like alcohol. Did you drink too much?" Ding Jinshi sniffed near Ding Long like a dog and stepped back two paces.
"The clothes had too much to drink, not . Have soone take this coat to be cleaned tomorrow. So woman, not looking where she’s going, poured her drink all over ." Ding Long casually tossed the coat into the laundry basket, then approached Ding Jinshi, hugged her, and touched her already round belly, asking, "Has the baby been good tonight?"
"Of course it’s been good! Look whose baby it is~" Ding Jinshi nodded, full of pride in her voice. Just as she was about to push away from the smoky, alcohol-scented Ding Long, she noticed a lipstick stain on the collar of his white shirt. Her pupils shrank as she looked at Ding Long, wanting to say sothing but ultimately holding back. Seeing his usual expression, she simply urged him, "Hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes."
The red lipstick was such an eyesore!
Ding Jinshi couldn’t understand it. How could lipstick end up on such an intimate spot as the collar?
Then, Ding Jinshi began to wonder if he might have had a romantic encounter tonight. But if he did, would he co ho at this hour?
Shaking her head, she thought again, with Ding Long being so sly, if he wanted to do sothing sneaky, he wouldn’t let her find out. So, was he using the pretense of a business eting to et another woman tonight? A short rendezvous, and then back ho early so she’d have no reason to be suspicious?
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