Dongfang Wanqing had been standing beside Murong Jiancheng ever since she arrived at the banquet. She didn't want to leave his side at all. She knew that Murong Jiancheng was the symbol of status and identity. He could guarantee her a lifetime of glory and safety.
A few dignitaries came over and spoke to Murong Jiancheng attentively. They looked at Dongfang Wanqing with respect and even flattery.
Dongfang Wanqing took a glass of red wine and lifted her head to look at Bei Yuewu and Jun Xiqing.
Bei Yuewu also looked over. Dongfang Wanqing raised the wine glass in her hand towards Bei Yuewu with an indescribable elegance and the attitude of a victor. She took a sip of the wine.
This infuriated Bei Yuewu. "This pretentious b * tch, she's provoking me. I'm going to tear her apart right now."
Murong Jiancheng was her husband, but he had always been Dongfang Wanqing's safe haven. Dongfang Wanqing even dared to be so arrogant at her birthday party. How could Bei Yuewu tolerate this?
Jun Xiqing tugged on Bei Yuewu's sleeve. "Auntie, don't be agitated. Be careful of falling into that pretentious b * tch's trap."
Bei Yuewu was a daughter of the underworld. She was straightforward and carefree. Twenty-six years ago, she had met Dongfang Wanqing, a pretentious b * tch, and Murong Jiancheng was an ignorant blockhead. Bei Yuewu had suffered quite a bit.
Bei Yuewu held Jun Xiqing's hand and smiled seductively. "Don't worry, Qingqing. I won't be rash again. Let's go."
Bei Yuewu pulled Jun Xiqing over to Murong Jiancheng.
"Leader Zhou, Leader Yang, it's been a long time." Bei Yuewu greeted the dignitaries.
"Madam Bei, it's really been a long time. We're getting older year after year. Madam Bei is really blessed by time. You're still as charming as you were back then. Indeed, time is merciful to beauties."
Murong Jiancheng stood tall and straight, wearing a black coat. He was handsome and mature like a man in his fifties, as well as the sharp and dignified aura of a man who was immersed in power.
He lifted his head and his gaze landed on Bei Yuewu.
Bei Yuewu wore a dark blue qipao made of silk with her hair tied up in a bun. She had a pair of seductive eyes and a curvaceous figure, exuding the charm of a young married woman. Her every frown and smile was alluring.
Bei Yuewu smiled seductively at the two men. "You're flattering me."
Murong Jiancheng furrowed his brows in displeasure. His gaze shifted to Bei Yuewu's bulging chest, and his frown deepened.
She was still the same as before, still fond of showing off.
At this moment, Bei Yuewu glanced sideways and saw Murong Jiancheng. She quickly walked over and held his arm. "Hubby."
Stunned, Murong Jiancheng lowered his eyes to look at her seductive face. What game was she playing at?
Bei Yuewu looked at Dongfang Wanqing. "So Auntie Wanqing is here too. Speaking of which, Auntie Wanqing isn't that young anymore. She's almost 50. Leader Zhou, Leader Yang, can you introduce a few of your friends to Auntie Wanqing? Auntie Wanqing is always following behind my husband. People who don't know better might think that Auntie Wanqing is trying to seduce my husband."
Dongfang Wanqing promptly dug her nails into her palms.
The few men exchanged glances. This was like a slap to the face of a vixen.
"Alright, we'll definitely introduce more of our friends when we have the chance."
"Thank you in advance, Auntie Wanqing. My husband and I will take our leave now."
Bei Yuewu held Murong Jiancheng's arm and left.
Dongfang Wanqing froze on the spot, gritting her teeth in anger. She downed a glass of red wine and went upstairs.
…
Murong Jiancheng looked at Bei Yuewu. It had been so many years since she showed him such a good attitude. His tone softened a little. "You …"
Bei Yuewu stopped in her tracks and promptly let go of him. "Murong Jiancheng, you said that you're bringing me back to get a divorce. Why isn't there any news at all?"
Murong Jiancheng's handsome face instantly turned cold.
She had used him to put on an act just now.
She had been putting on an act all along, but he had fallen for it.
"We'll sign the divorce papers tomorrow morning at eight." Murong Jiancheng turned around and left after saying that.
Bei Yuewu looked at his tall figure as he walked away.
"Auntie." At this moment, Jun Xiqing walked over. She batted her long lashes playfully and smiled. "King Murong is just a block of wood. Auntie, you know that he's only amenable to coaxing but not coercion. Although he was angry when President Lu went missing, all you had to do was act coquettishly. Auntie understands men the best and knows how to coax them. Why did you make such a mistake when it comes to King Murong?"
Bei Yuewu stretched her hand out, tapping Jun Xiqing's forehead affectionately. "Qingqing, you're the smart one."
Jun Xiqing giggled.
Bei Yuewu sighed. "He slept with Dongfang Wanqing twenty-six years ago. He's filthy and I can't tolerate such a thing. Since he betrayed our marriage, I don't want him anymore."
Jun Xiqing's eyes flickered. King Murong had slept with Dongfang Wanqing?
At this moment, Bei Yuewu raised her head and saw Lu Yeming in front of her.
Lu Yeming had both hands in his pockets, his deep almond-shaped eyes landing on Jun Xiqing's delicate face.
"Anyway, there isn't a single good man in the Murong family. It's one thing for my father to be a scumbag, but I didn't expect my son to be a scumbag as well," Bei Yuewu grumbled unhappily.
Lu Yeming, who was a scumbag, was speechless.
Mother, what did I do wrong?
Bei Yuewu was furious at the thought of her son losing such a good girl like Qingqing. Moreover, he had been fooling around with Dongfang Wanqing's number two, Mu Yanyan. Bei Yuewu didn't want to see him at all.
"Qingqing, let's go." Bei Yuewu pulled Jun Xiqing away.
…
Upstairs, Dongfang Wanqing went to the washroom. When she came out, she felt her body heating up.
What was going on?
Dongfang Wanqing quickly realized that something was wrong with her. She ran out, wanting to call Murong Jiancheng.
At this moment, a black figure dashed out, hugging Dongfang Wanqing and pressing her against the wall.
The bodyguard in black hugged Dongfang Wanqing and started kissing her, taking off her clothes as he kissed her.
"Let go of me!"
Dongfang Wanqing struggled with all her might, but to no avail. Her body was getting hotter and hotter, she really needed a man to quench her thirst.
The man on top of her made her feel very comfortable and Dongfang Wanqing slowly started to enjoy it.
At this moment, a plate fell to the ground with a "pa" sound. The maid screamed, "Ah!"
"What's going on?" A large number of footsteps could be heard approaching.
Dongfang Wanqing shuddered and quickly woke up. She wanted to push the man on top of her away.
But it was too late. Many people had rushed over, and the crowd made way for Murong Jiancheng's tall and straight figure.
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