Su Ruanruan was quite surprised.
Indeed, Mrs. Yin had lost power, yet these people changed sides so quickly.
She still hadn’t decided when Mrs. Ma chuckled.
She revealed an inside story: "These people hold some shares of United Hospital. Although the amount isn’t much, when they act together, it’s enough to give the Yin Family a headache."
Su Ruanruan couldn’t have asked for more.
Thus, Mrs. Ma introduced her, and she socialized with those noble ladies.
After finishing afternoon tea, they played a small card game.
The noble ladies all adored her, chatting and playing cards at the same time.
["Miss Su, you might have forgotten that last time at the club, you resolved the dilemma my husband was in."]
["He offended President Bao, and it was you who gently let it go."]
["Yes, indeed, several of our husbands have been graced by Miss Su’s favors."]
...
Su Ruanruan smiled lightly: "It was just a small matter."
She drew a card and played it.
One noble lady exclaimed with joy: "Miss Su, you’ve set off a ’bomb’!"
Su Ruanruan counted out her chips.
She said: "You’ve had great luck today!"
The noble lady replied: "It must be good fortune from Miss Su!"
She leaned her plump body over the card table: "Everyone wants a bit of Miss Su’s luck! Unlike the Yin household."
She shook her head: "So cold and deserted! Changhe hardly cares for his wife, spending all his time out seeking pleasure."
Su Ruanruan just smiled.
She listened as the noble lady spoke, continuing to set off ’bombs’ in their game.
In the end, it turned out to be Su Ruanruan who lost alone.
And the amount was quite significant.
Mrs. Ma was very adept at managing relations.
She told the noble ladies: "Miss Su was letting us win. With her skills, she could make us go bankrupt in minutes."
The noble ladies, having gained a favorable outcome, were even more committed to Su Ruanruan.
Mrs. Ma seized the opportunity and said: "If Mrs. Yin tries to deal with Miss Su, what should we do?"
Someone scoffed: "Mrs. Yin is just a spent force now! Disfigured and losing her husband’s heart, how can she easily recover?"
Mrs. Ma gave a restrained smile.
...
Indeed, Mrs. Yin had lost power.
She went to seek He Jitang, but was refused entry at his door.
At home, Yin Zhao had long held grievances against her.
Yin Mingzhu no longer called her Aunt Qin, and her demeanor and words were not as before.
Mrs. Yin realized she had become a discarded pawn.
But she was not one to just await her demise!
She was very calculating.
She found the villa her husband bought for his little model, where the servants dare not refuse her entry.
In the living room, Changhe was embracing the little model affectionately.
Their behavior was quite disgraceful.
Seeing her, Changhe didn’t even bother to adjust his clothes, simply murmured: "Why have you come?"
Mrs. Yin, seeing the disgraceful couple, naturally was angry.
But she held it in.
She sat down and said to Changhe: "If it weren’t for Su Ruanruan, Mingzhu would have married into the Charles family by now. All of this was Su Ruanruan’s scheme."
Changhe was indifferent.
He said: "You’re just not as skilled!"
This chilled Mrs. Yin’s heart.
Her neck was injured, damaging half of her face.
Her husband showed not a hint of concern; he sought only pleasure outside.
Her gaze fixed on the little model, a sudden thought struck her mind.
This little girl might be a trap sent by Su Ruanruan to bewitch Changhe and estrange him from his wife.
Mrs. Yin was ruthless.
Having guessed this, she had a plan.
That night, she half coaxed, half deceived Changhe into leaving with her.
She said she had a grand gift for him.
Changhe treated her coldly, showing no interest in touching her.
But in that presidential suite, the one undressing was not Mrs. Yin.
It was a pure and beautiful woman.
Even more striking than the little model.
Changhe accepted her, and after a night of affection, was quite unfulfilled.