Chapter 139: Chapter 139: My Madam, I’m Here to Send You Off Chapter 139: Chapter 139: My Madam, I’m Here to Send You Off Lin Yueqin had more than once said sourly in front of Ye Chuyi that Lady Wen was truly blessed by good fortune. Born into the role of a young mistress, others were destined only to serve her. Even Wen Xingye, tall and handsome, a top student from a prestigious university, went as far as to cook soup just to win her favor.
“If any other woman had married Wen Xingye, she’d be too busy waiting on him to even think of having him wash clothes and cook,” she said.
In Lin Yueqin’s words, of course, there was a hint of envy—for she could only marry the security guard Shi Youjin. But her sour remarks also proved that Wen Xingye was wholeheartedly good to Lady Wen.
Men who could do what he did were few and far between.
Thus, Ye Chuyi had always believed that Lady Wen had married a good man. Her defiance of her parents’ wishes, her refusal to enter into an arranged marriage, and marrying a man who loved her seemed like the right decision.
But unexpectedly, Wen Xingye was fooling around outside.
Ye Chuyi’s emotions were complicated.
The dinner party had ended, and Cong Ningyuan came over to look for her, “Why are you standing here alone? What happened?”
“I just ran into an acquaintance.”
“Who?”
“The husband of my mother’s employer.”
“What about him? Did he bully you? Do you want me to stand up for you?”
Ye Chuyi shook her head, “I saw him embracing a girl. I don’t know whether I should tell his wife or not. His wife just had cranial surgery and is still very weak.”
“Then perhaps it’s better not to say anything for now. What if she can’t handle the shock and her condition worsens?”
“But if I don’t tell her, she continues to be kept in the dark. Is that really a good thing for her?”
“When she’s nearly recovered, you might find a chance to hint at it to her.”
“It seems that’s all I can do.”
“Stop thinking about it. It’s getting late; we should leave. I’ll take you home.”
Ye Chuyi was about to nod when a cold voice behind her interrupted, “No trouble, President Cong. I’ll take my wife home.”
Ye Chuyi stiffened slightly, slowly turning her head to see Sheng Tingyuan’s handsome yet icy face.
She was somewhat surprised, “What are you doing here?”
“I had a social engagement tonight, I sent you a message. Didn’t you see it?”
Ye Chuyi indeed hadn’t seen it, as she habitually forgot that she still had a husband.
Sheng Tingyuan stared at her indifferently, “Aren’t we leaving?”
Ye Chuyi could feel his displeasure and hurriedly nodded, “Yes, let’s go home.”
She looked at Cong Ningyuan, “President Cong, I’ll be leaving first.”
Cong Ningyuan nodded, “Hmm.”
Ye Chuyi left the winery with Sheng Tingyuan. When getting into the car, it was still Sheng Tingyuan who opened and closed the car door for her, not forgetting the incident where she caught her hand, even in his displeasure.
During the ride home, both sat in the backseat. Ye Chuyi wanted to explain that there was nothing between her and Cong Ningyuan. However, seeing Sheng Tingyuan’s indifferent face, she felt that explaining might be rather superfluous.
Sheng Tingyuan’s unhappiness wasn’t because he liked her but because he didn’t want her to be involved in messy rumors that could affect his and the company’s reputation.
Outside the window, heavy rain fell in torrents, quickly blurring her vision.
But, for the first time, Ye Chuyi felt that the rain didn’t seem as cheerful as before.
Even the usual belief that rainy days brought good luck seemed to have been broken.
She didn’t seem to have any good luck today!
No, on some level, stumbling upon Wen Xingye and that girl could also be considered a stroke of luck.
After returning home, the two didn’t speak, each went to wash up and then retreated to their own rooms to sleep.
The next day, Ye Chuyi got up to find that Sheng Tingyuan was not there. She asked Auntie Wang, “Where is he?”
Auntie Wang had sensed something was off between the two the night before; she thought they had argued, “The young master left early in the morning, Madam. Did he make you angry again? You can tell Madam, she will speak to the young master.”
Ye Chuyi shook her head, “He didn’t upset me; it’s probably me who upset him.”
After breakfast, Ye Chuyi went to Dome.
Upon entering her office, she saw more than a dozen boxes of chocolates on the desk.
She asked her assistant, “Qianqian, did you buy these for me?”
The assistant was somewhat puzzled, “Doctor Anxin, didn’t you buy these yourself?”