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All the men present erupted in a chorus of mocking laughter. The humiliated Yuan Mufang's face flushed red and pale, and his bloodshot eyes, fueled by alcohol, angrily glared at Shen Qingyou. The heat radiating from his right cheek was nothing compared to the humiliation he felt deep inside.
“Yuan Mufang, who is she to you? Why are you so agitated?”
Old Qin looked down at Yuan Mufang, who resembled a frostbitten eggplant, with a victorious demeanor. The usually composed Yuan Mufang was surprisingly losing his composure today.
“I am his wife!”
Before Yuan Mufang could speak, Shen Qingyou slowly articulated each word.
Everyone present was stunned. Wife? But just moments ago, Old Qin clearly stated that she was Qing Cang's woman. What was going on? The Chinese tendency to gossip began to stir within everyone; they were eager to uncover the intricate relationship among the three of them.
“However, that was in the past!”
Had she divorced Yuan Mufang? Was it because of Qing Cang?
“Shen Qingyou, have you had enough of this?”
Yuan Mufang picked up his suit from the sofa and angrily walked outside. He simply could not stay there for another second.
“How can you say I've had enough? I'm just stating the facts. Do you want to know why Mr. Yuan and I got divorced? And how he suddenly went from an employee to a millionaire?”
What Shen Qingyou said was exactly what everyone was eager to know. They all craned their necks and gathered around Shen Qingyou, looking more curious than a group of gossiping housewives.
Yuan Mufang's furious footsteps came to an abrupt halt when he heard the voice of Shen Qingyou behind him. Did this woman want to force him to death?
Did she want him to go to hell? Then let them all go to hell together!
Driven mad by Shen Qingyou, Yuan Mufang grabbed the wine bottle from the table. The bottle shattered against the coffee table, creating a sharp edge. "Shen Qingyou, you go to hell!"
Go to hell? If there really is a hell in this world, you should have gone long ago!
Shen Qingyou held her head high in a defiant posture, waiting for the moment when the glass shards would come crashing down.
"Boom!"
The door of the private room was violently kicked open. Before anyone could react, a black figure swiftly darted past their line of sight and, in a flash, reached out with long arms and threw Yuan Mufang several meters away. After rolling on the ground a few times, Yuan Mufang's head collided with the corner of the wall, causing blood to immediately ooze from his forehead.
"Shen Qingyou, you woman! You've been hiding here for a whole year!"
That voice was so familiar; who else could it be but Qing Cang?
It truly is said that enemies are bound to meet; today, everyone has appeared in such a grand manner. Are they here for the opening ceremony or the closing ceremony?
Qing Cang rudely pulled Shen Qingyou from Old Qin's embrace, her head hitting his solid chest. Shen Qingyou felt a pang in her nose, as if tears were about to fall.
Under the ambiguous lighting, Shen Qingyou slightly tilted her head back. After a year apart, he had changed. His once bronze skin had become even darker, and he looked thinner yet more imposing. He carried with him a mix of alcohol and tobacco scent.
Qing Cang's hawk-like gaze fell upon the woman in his arms, who was filled with the scent of the world. For a year, he had searched for her, even asking friends abroad for news about her. He had calculated everything, but he never expected to find her here. He still remembered their first encounter when she was as beautiful as an elegant orchid, and now, she had transformed into a seductive Midnight rose, indulging her soul. When he received that phone call, his heart was filled with contradictions. On one hand, he hoped the voice on the other end was real so he could find her; on the other hand, he wished it were false so he wouldn't have to face such a disheveled version of her.
"I'm sorry!"
Was this apology directed at her?
Shen Qingyou's heart screamed in turmoil, and then she coldly pushed Qing Cang away. "Sir, I'm sorry. If you want to buy my services, please be clear about it. Today, I am already taken!"
The words devoid of warmth left Qing Cang frozen. The expression on the face of this woman with curly hair was so unfamiliar. Could she really be Shen Qingyou?
"Shen Qingyou, it's me, Qing Cang. Have you really forgotten me?"
Forgotten? How could that be? Even if you and Yuan Mufang turned to ashes, I would still recognize you! Shen Qingyou sneered inwardly; unexpectedly, before she could find them, they had come knocking on her door first...
"Shen Qingyou, are you still blaming me?" Blame? Did she even have the right to blame him? How could she harbor hatred for a man willing to spend five million to buy her?
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