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Mo Wenwan’s face was extremely unpleasant, yet she forced a wry smile. "Young Master Lu is so busy with countless important matters—how does he still have time to listen to us talk about trivial things?"
Just then, a deep, magnetic voice came through the phone: "I’m very interested."
Qin Miaomiao had turned on the speakerphone! The other women, upon hearing Lu Qing’s voice, immediately crowded around. That was Lu Qing! The ultimate dream man, the number one heartthrob that all the women of Yan Jing longed to sleep with!
On normal days, he wasn’t even seen in person—just hearing his voice was exciting enough!
Mo Wenwan’s face turned deathly pale, as though she’d been cornered, yet she still had no choice but to keep up appearances. Qin Miaomiao smiled and said:
"Young Master Lu, we’ve all heard about your relationship with Miss Mo. She’s here too. Do you have anything you’d like to say about your ex-girlfriend?"
Mo Wenwan cried out in panic, "Qin Miaomiao!"
Qin Miaomiao wore an innocent expression, while the other women were visibly excited. This was an enormous piece of gossip! Mo Wenwan had always claimed to be the childhood sweetheart of Young Master Lu yet later was exposed as someone who’d been abandoned when Lu Qing married someone else. Some people had even rallied in defense of Mo Wenwan, saying Lu Qing was too heartless.
Now, they could hear Lu Qing’s response firsthand. This was explosive news!
Everyone held their breath as the phone went silent for a moment. Then, his deep voice came through:
"I don’t have any ex-girlfriends—only my wife."
Mo Wenwan’s face instantly turned ashen!
The crowd erupted in shock. My goodness! Lu Qing claimed he had no ex-girlfriends! What did that imply?
It meant Mo Wenwan had been lying all along! But who exactly was Lu Qing’s wife? To have such an open acknowledgment from him... People always said Lu Qing didn’t value his wife—was that just a rumor?
The call ended, leaving Qin Miaomiao with an expression of mock regret. "I’m terribly sorry, Wenwan. I didn’t mean to. I never expected Young Master Lu to respond like that. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have brought it up."
Among the socialites, it quickly became apparent who was taking sides. Aside from Mo Wenwan’s loyal clique, a few had long disliked her behavior and started mocking her:
"Miss Qin, if you hadn’t brought it up, we might have kept believing her lies. Ex-girlfriend? Ha! Someone’s really good at flattering herself."
"Exactly. Some people are just shameless—pretending they have connections when they don’t. To keep up appearances, they shamelessly spread rumors. Why doesn’t she just claim she’s the Queen of the United Kingdom next?"
*Sigh.* If she didn’t act this way, could she even manage to maintain her status now? Coming from a third-rate family, she’s pretending to be an elite socialite. Does she even know what kind of person a real socialite is?"
Wang Yan and Lv Pingting, who usually got along well with Mo Wenwan, couldn’t bear to listen any longer. Seeing her being ridiculed, they naturally stepped in to defend her, angrily retorting:
"You better watch your mouth! Do you even know who Wenwan is? Is it necessary to kick someone when they’re down?" Check latest chapters at novèlfire.net
"A person who talks nonsense all the time is someone we don’t know much about, Wang Yan. You don’t need to jump to her defense. Be careful not to let yourself be used without realizing it."
At this moment, a group of heirs from prominent families who had been horseback riding nearby approached. Mo Wenwan’s eyes reddened, as if she’d suffered an immense grievance:
"Miao Miao, I invited you out of kindness, hoping to introduce you to some friends. But instead, you humiliate me, using this opportunity to mock me. Don’t you consider me a friend at all? Fine, you’re the one favored by Young Master Lu now. Everyone has to flatter you. But don’t we at least have the bond of sisterhood? Must you turn my misery into entertainment?"
Qin Miaomiao nearly applauded her acting skills. Sisterhood?
They’d only met once or twice in passing. What bond of sisterhood?