Dongfang Wanqing came to the banquet and stood beside Murong Jiancheng, unwilling to leave. She knew that Murong Jiancheng was a symbol of status and status, and could protect her forever.
A few rich and powerful men came over to talk to Murong Jiancheng. They looked at Dongfang Wanqing with respect and even some flattery.
Dongfang Wanqing took a glass of red wine and looked up at Bei Yuewu and Jun Xiqing.
Bei Yuewu looked over as well. Dongfang Wanqing raised the glass of red wine in her hand and took a sip with an indescribable elegance and victory.
Bei Yuewu was furious. “This white lotus is provoking me. I will tear her apart now.”
Murong Jiancheng was originally her husband, but he had always been Dongfang Wanqing’s haven. Even at her birthday party, Dongfang Wanqing still dared to be so arrogant. How could Bei Yuewu tolerate this?
Jun Xiqing grabbed Bei Yuewu’s sleeve. “Auntie, don’t get too worked up. Be careful of that white lotus.”
Bei Yuewu was the daughter of the pugilistic world. She was straightforward and carefree. Twenty-six years ago, she met Dongfang Wanqing, who was a huge white lotus. Coupled with Murong Jiancheng, who had no idea what was going on, Bei Yuewu suffered a lot.
Bei Yuewu held Jun Xiqing’s hand and smiled charmingly. “Don’t worry Qingqing, I won’t be impulsive anymore. Let’s go.”
Bei Yuewu pulled Jun Xiqing over to where Murong Jiancheng was.
“Captain Zhou, Head Yang, it’s been a while.” Bei Yuewu said hello to the influential people.
“Mother Bei, it’s been a long time. We’ve aged year after year. Mother Bei, you’ve been treated exceptionally well by the years. You’re still as charming as before. As expected, time is kind to beauties.”
Murong Jiancheng stood tall and straight. He was wearing a black coat. He was handsome and deep like a 50-year-old man. He also had the sharpness and dignity of a person who was immersed in power.
He raised his head and looked at Bei Yuewu.
Bei Yuewu was wearing a navy blue cheongsam with silk fabric. Her long hair was tied up and her charming eyes were like a young girl’s curvaceous figure. However, it was mixed with the seductive charm that a young woman should have. Every frown and smile was beautiful and enchanting.
Bei Yuewu smiled at the two men. Her laughter was sweet and seductive. “You flatter me.”
Murong Jiancheng furrowed his brows, slightly displeased. His gaze shifted to Bei Yuewu’s bulging chest, which was wearing a cheongsam. His frown deepened.
She still liked to show off like she did back then.
At this moment, Bei Yuewu glanced sideways and saw Murong Jiancheng. She quickly walked over and held his muscular arm affectionately. “Hubby.”
Murong Jiancheng was stunned. He lowered his eyes to look at her charming face. What game was she playing?
Bei Yuewu looked at Dongfang Wanqing. “So Aunt Wanqing is here too. Come to think of it, Aunt Wanqing is not young anymore. She’s almost fifty years old. Head Zhou, Head Yang, introduce your friends to Aunt Wanqing. Aunt Wanqing will always follow behind my husband. Those who don’t know will think Aunt Wanqing is seducing my husband.”
Dongfang Wanqing quickly dug her nails into her palms.
The few officials exchanged glances with one another. This was a slap to the face for the wife.
“Okay,if there’s a chance,we’ll introduce more.”
“Thank you,Aunt Wanqing. I’ll say goodbye to my husband.”
Bei Yuewu left with Murong Jiancheng’s arm.
Dongfang Wanqing stood rooted to the ground, gritting her teeth in hatred. She drank a glass of red wine and went upstairs.
…
Murong Jiancheng looked at Bei Yuewu beside him. After so many years, it was rare for her to treat him nicely. His tone softened a little. “You…”
Bei Yuewu stopped in her tracks and quickly let go of him. “Murong Jiancheng, you said you’d bring me back for the divorce certificate. Why is there no news?”
Murong Jiancheng’s handsome face quickly turned cold.
She had put on an act with him just now.
She had been acting all along, but he had fallen into the act.
“We’ll sign the divorce papers at 8:00 AM tomorrow morning.” Murong Jiancheng said, then turned around and left.
Bei Yuewu watched as he left.
“Auntie.” Jun Xiqing walked over. She batted her long eyelashes playfully and smiled. “King Murong is just a block of wood. Auntie, you know that he won’t give in easily. When President Lu was lost, he might be angry, but it’s fine as long as you put on a soft front. Auntie understands men the best and knows how to coax men the most. Why are you so muddle-headed when it comes to King Murong?”
Bei Yuewu reached out and tapped Jun Xiqing’s forehead lovingly. “Qingqing, you’re the smart one.”
Jun Xiqing giggled.
Bei Yuewu sighed. “Twenty-six years ago, he slept with Dongfang Wanqing. It’s so dirty. I can’t stand the sand. Since he betrayed our marriage, I don’t want him anymore.”
Jun Xiqing’s eyes flickered. Had Murong Guojun slept with Dongfang Wanqing before?
Bei Yuewu raised her head and saw Lu Yeming.
Lu Yeming had both hands in his pockets, his deep almond-shaped eyes landing on Jun Xiqing’s tiny face.
“All in all, there’s no good man in the Murong family. It’s fine if my dad is a jerk, but I didn’t expect this guy to be such a jerk.” Bei Yuewu complained unhappily.
“Lu Yeming…”
Mother, what did I do wrong?
Bei Yuewu got angry at the thought of her son losing such a good girl like Qingqing. Moreover, he had been hanging out with Dongfang Wanqing and Mu Yanyan recently. Bei Yuewu simply didn’t want to see him.
“Qingqing, let’s go.” Bei Yuewu pulled Jun Xiqing away.
…
Upstairs, Dongfang Wanqing went to the washroom. When she came out, she felt hot all over.
What was going on?
Dongfang Wanqing quickly realized that something was wrong. She ran out and wanted to call Murong Jiancheng.
At this moment, a black shadow appeared and hugged Dongfang Wanqing, pressing her against the wall.
The bodyguard in black hugged Dongfang Wanqing and started kissing her while taking off her clothes.
“Let go of me!”
Dongfang Wanqing struggled with all her might, but she couldn’t. Her body was getting hotter and hotter, and she really wanted a man to quench her thirst.
The man on top of her made her feel comfortable. Dongfang Wanqing slowly started to enjoy it.
“Pa!” A plate fell to the ground. The maid screamed. “Ah!”
“What’s going on?” Footsteps came in.
Dongfang Wanqing shivered and quickly sobered up. She wanted to push the man away.
But it was too late. Many people rushed over. The crowd made way for Murong Jiancheng’s tall figure to appear.
