Chapter 163: Is the Mistress Gu Qianci?
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The commotion they were causing was so loud that everyone in the coffee shop was looking over.
The waiter hurried over to mediate, “I’m sorry, this is a cafe, could you please keep it down?”
The middle-aged socialite was furious and wouldn’t listen to reason; she shook off his hand and growled angrily, “She messed with my man, and you want me to be quiet?”
The waiter was yelled at and didn’t know what to do.
At this time, the man caught cheating across the table stood up with an ashen face and bellowed, “Enough, stop making a scene.”
No sooner had he spoken than the middle-aged socialite began wailing, “Oh Peng Er, I’ve been with you through thick and thin for the better half of my life, bearing your children and looking after the old man. Now that you’re wealthy, you go around enjoying yourself behind my back. Are you even human?”
The man’s face flushed with embarrassment; he could only appease her in a soft tone, “Alright, that’s enough, stop making a scene. Let’s talk about everything when we get home.”
Of course, I’m going home!” the woman raised her voice, speaking fiercely, “But before I go, I have to severely teach this vixen a lesson!”
“Me, make a scene? You get this straight, if it weren’t for you two sneaking around, would 1 even have cause to make a scene? I had heard about you and her being overly intimate and turned a blind eye, thinking that men are prone to temptation. But 1 didn’t expect this vixen to go too far, even texting you to divorce me. Hah! If it wasn’t for the text message I saw last night, would Madam Peng’s position be up for grabs? Let me tell you, Peng Er, I own shares in the company too, and if you dare divorce me, I’ll sell my shareholding, and we’ll see if you’re still fit to sit in the boss’s chair!”
The man’s expression changed and he immediately denied it, “Wifey, it was just a fling between her and me, please don’t do anything rash.”
“Aren’t you wanting a divorce to be with her? Isn’t she your ‘sweet little heart’ and ‘precious fruit’?”
Being publicly exposed by his wife to have private endearments with his mistress, the man’s face turned various shades of red and white, yet he still managed a smile, whispering, “Wifey, trust me, I only love you. It was she who came on to me. I was drunk that time, and that’s how we got involved. After that, she kept clinging to me and causing a scene, demanding 1 take responsibility.”
“Wifey, trust me, 1 never intended to get a divorce. Let’s go back and talk about it, okay? Can’t we talk things over at home?”
The middle-aged socialite wrenched free from his grip, grabbed the other woman’s hair, and delivered two resounding slaps. Afterward, she let go with a satisfied release, spat in disdain at the disheveled and disheveled woman, “You hear that? My husband was just playing with you. I’ll let it slide this time, but next time, don’t throw yourself at a man just because you see one—take a good look at yourself first!”
The crowd streamed out in a rush.
The last man to leave glanced sympathetically at the mistress being pointed out, but upon receiving a stern look from the woman in front, he hurriedly scurried after her.
Chi Enen watched the whole drama unfold, chilled by the man’s irresponsibility and feeling that both women didn’t deserve this.
She thought the commotion would end once the people left.
But, just then, the mistress lifted her head as if oblivious to the surrounding stares and whispers, and calmly started to compose herself.
She raised her head, tied her tousled hair back, and revealed a clean, fair face. Chi Enen’s mouth hung open in disbelief at what she was seeing—it was Gu Qianci!
How could it be Gu Qianci!
She wasn’t the only one taken aback; someone nearby also exclaimed, “Gu Qianci?”
Spotting the beautiful woman in distress, she suddenly became interested and called out to her friends, “I see a friend over there, let’s go over and say hello..”