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Chapter 483

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Actually, she really wanted to ask Lu Jinnian if it was really okay for him to act so intimately with a woman... as if they were a couple in love. But she didn't dare to open her mouth to ask. After all, the current situation was too perfect. What if she accidentally asked and broke this beautiful moment? After all, if she didn't ask, even if they became friends one day, they could still contact each other.

In Lu Jinnian's heart, it wasn't that he didn't have any suspicions. He felt that Qiao Anhao seemed to be relying on him, but he wasn't sure what exactly it meant. After all, she was his brother's wife. In his heart, he knew better than anyone that he shouldn't be so close to her, but he just couldn't control himself. After all, they seemed to be developing in a good direction. He didn't know how this development would end, but honestly speaking, after thirteen years of love, this was the first time in his life that he had tasted a little sweetness. He really didn't want it to be stifled like this.



Tonight, Lin Shiyi accompanied someone to "Peppermint Garden".

After all, she was once an A-list celebrity. Compared to those young models and peripherals, she had outstanding looks and a good aura. So at the dinner party, she especially gave face to her sugar daddy. The happier her sugar daddy was, the more money she received. She listened to her sugar daddy's words and toasted to whoever he wanted her to drink.

But no matter how good her alcohol tolerance was, she couldn't take the continuous baijiu in her stomach. So Lin Shiyi found an excuse to leave the dining table. In her high heels, she stumbled into the restroom. She laid in front of the sink and spat out all the baijiu she had just drunk. Only then did she feel a little better. She turned on the tap, rinsed her mouth, touched up her makeup, and continued to maintain her beauty as she returned to the dinner party.

The road to "Peppermint Garden" was a little winding. It was a garden, and everywhere looked the same. On the way back, Lin Shiyi was lost. She wanted to ask a waiter how to get to table 08, but before she could even see a waiter, she first saw Lu Jinnian and Qiao Anhao sitting at the table by the lake.

Lu Jinnian seemed to be on the phone, half of his face hidden in the shadows, making it hard to see his expression. Qiao Anhao, who sat opposite him, had her head lowered as she continued to chew on a prawn. Even though the two of them didn't speak, the atmosphere seemed warm.

Actually, at first, Lin Shiyi didn't pay much attention to it. Two actors who had worked with each other eating together was nothing. However, when she was about to leave, she saw Qiao Anhao feeding Lu Jinnian prawns.

Isn't Qiao Anhao Xu Jiamu's wife? Why was she so close with Lu Jinnian?

Could it be … an affair within marriage? Lu Jinnian was a mistress?

When those words flashed through Lin Shiyi's mind, all the blood in her body inexplicably started to boil.

If this scene was seen by others, how big of an uproar would it be?

However, the entertainment industry had always had a close relationship with the media. Not to mention the fact that Lu Jinnian didn't have any scandals in the past few years, even if there were many media outlets, they wouldn't leak anything. But even if she couldn't make a big deal out of it on the internet, she could use the financial backers she had to deal with to spread the news throughout the business circle of Beijing. By then, as someone's wife, Qiao Anhao... would definitely become a joke!

At that thought, a cold smile surfaced on Lin Shiyi's lips. She then pulled out her phone, and in one breath, took a few photos of Lu Jinnian and Qiao Anhao.

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