Volume 1, Chapter 65: Jiang Shuwei Was Too Provocative

Lu Youyou had originally meant it as a kindly reminder, but Su Mian’s attitude was truly unpleasant, leaving her with no choice but to let the matter drop.

At that moment, Jiang Shuwei had gone to the food section, picked up some refreshments, and sat down on a chair to browse her phone.

Thinking of the promise He Jingcheng had made to her after their previous fight, she wondered if she should take the opportunity later to apologize to Su Mian.

As long as she admitted her mistake, He Jingcheng would no longer object to the divorce.

Although forcing herself to lower her proud head was a humiliating and painful thing to do.

Still, the matter of the divorce could no longer be dragged out.

Through the crowd, Jiang Shuwei saw Su Mian holding a champagne glass, standing gracefully by He Jingcheng’s side. While He Jingcheng was conversing with others, Su Mian listened with an earnest expression, occasionally chiming in to assist.

Looking at this harmonious scene of husband and wife acting in complete unison, Jiang Shuwei no longer felt any anger.

She finally understood what true love should look like.

In both career and family, they could coexist harmoniously and help each other mutually.

Her own unrequited, one-sided love was indeed biting off more than she could chew.

Jiang Shuwei twitched the corner of her lips, her thoughts growing clearer.

A person who is unloved feels more like a third wheel.

Jiang Shuwei picked up her cocktail and drained it in a single gulp.

Su Mian was born the darling of her parents’ palms—a precious pearl formed from flowers, vanilla, candy, and absolute love.

And what about herself? Her bones and marrow were forged from steel and concrete. Her mother’s early death had forced courage and composure into her spine far too early, while freedom and independence were woven into her blood to ensure she would never be tamed by anyone. Childhood sweetheart.

Her only flaw was that she lacked love too much, always hoping someone would come to love her.

Yet if she did not love herself, who would ever love her?

Jiang Shuwei reached out again, took another glass of wine from the nearby rack, and poured it down her throat.

The alcohol choked her, forcing her eyes shut tight. When she opened them once more, she heard Zhou Zirui’s laughter.

"Miss Jiang, you certainly have a high tolerance for alcohol."

Jiang Shuwei lifted her slightly intoxicated gaze, and a tall figure entered her field of vision.

Qin Weizhou and his entourage had appeared beside her at some unknown moment. The man in the lead wore a crisp iron-grey suit and a black shirt, exuding a powerful aura of authority, elegant and noble.

"President Qin, Young Master Zhou, Young Master Yan, what a coincidence. You're here too," Jiang Shuwei quickly stood up and greeted them politely.

"Miss Jiang looks very lovely today. You must have come here with Young Master He," Yan Feiye praised.

Jiang Shuwei smiled and nodded. "Yes, just came to broaden my horizons."

Qin Weizhou’s gaze swept over her indifferently; today, she was He Jingcheng’s wife.

At that moment, a young man suddenly stepped forward, his eyes fixed solely on the ethereal Jiang Shuwei. "Miss Jiang, hello. I am the second young master of the Rongda Group. Here is my business card, it is an honor to meet you."

"Is there something you need?" Jiang Shuwei accepted the card politely.

The Rongda young master immediately smiled. "Miss Jiang is young and beautiful, a sight for sore eyes. To be frank, I fell for Miss Jiang at first sight..."

The three men standing nearby all wore shocked expressions.

Had the second young master of Rongda lost his mind? With He Jingcheng right here in the venue, he actually dared to declare love at first sight to Jiang Shuwei?

Was he not afraid of He Jingcheng’s metaphorical forty-meter blade?

"Although Miss Jiang is the stepdaughter of the He family, in my eyes, you are still a red rose on a snowy peak. May I have the honor of dancing with you later, Miss Jiang?" The man had been given instructions to secure Jiang Shuwei no matter what today.

Zhou Zirui chuckled coldly from the side. "Allow me to say, sir, I think you’ve got it all wrong. Miss Jiang is..."

"Young Master Zhou, today I am He Jingcheng’s sister," Jiang Shuwei quickly interjected to explain.

The three men present all looked somewhat startled. Wasn't Jiang Shuwei here today in the capacity of He Jingcheng’s wife? Just a stepdaughter of the He family?

The Rongda second young master evidently had poor judgment, and coupled with the fact that Qin Weizhou’s group rarely showed their faces publicly, he hadn't recognized who the three of them were.

"Pardon me, sir, I am conversing with Miss Jiang. I must ask the three gentlemen not to interrupt," the Rongda second young master said with some displeasure.

Zhou Zirui raised an eyebrow. "Miss Jiang, I heard that Rongda owes nearly a billion in debts and is currently in lawsuits with several major banks..."

"You... stop talking nonsense," the Rongda second young master flushed guiltily.

Jiang Shuwei immediately declined politely, "Thank you for the compliment, sir, but I apologize, I already have someone I like."

Lacking sufficient standing, and faced with Jiang Shuwei’s polite and firm refusal, the Rongda second young master could only glare resentfully at Zhou Zirui before turning on his heel and leaving.

Yan Feiye looked on with a curious expression. "Miss Jiang, what is your relationship with President He..."

Jiang Shuwei gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile. "Every family has its own difficult scriptures to chant."

Yan Feiye immediately nodded like a gentleman. "Pardon me, I had no intention of touching upon your sore spots."

"It's fine," Jiang Shuwei smiled, then added, "I seem to see some familiar friends. I must take my leave."

Indeed, Jiang Shuwei had spotted several corporate clients and needed to go greet them.

Qin Weizhou then sat down in the seat Jiang Shuwei had just vacated.

Zhou Zirui leaned lazily against the sofa beside him. "Looks like Miss Jiang is heading toward a divorce."

Qin Weizhou stared at the two empty wine glasses on the table, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Yan Feiye also sat down indolently, reached out to grab a glass of wine, and handed it to Qin Weizhou. "Young Qin, I recall you rarely attending such gatherings. What made you suddenly interested today?"

Qin Weizhou’s expression was calm. "Coming out to watch the spectacle occasionally isn't a bad idea either."

Zhou Zirui took a sip of his cocktail as well, saying with a sly smile, "Feiye, haven't you noticed? Young Qin is casting bait in a fishing pond."

"Casting bait?" Yan Feiye looked completely bewildered.

Zhou Zirui continued, "You know how many fishing enthusiasts like to throw bait into a specific area of water first? When the time comes, they'll haul in a full harvest."

Yan Feiye looked at Qin Weizhou with a startled expression.

Qin Weizhou furrowed his brows in annoyance.

Unfazed by death, Zhou Zirui pressed on, "Once Miss Jiang swims right into the pond Young Qin has baited, then she... will just be a little fish waiting to take the hook. Once she's in Young Qin's pond, getting back out will be quite the challenge..."

"Zhou Zirui, do you not want that mouth of yours anymore?" Qin Weizhou’s gaze turned fierce, as if his innermost thoughts had been exposed.

Frightened, Zhou Zirui mimed zipping his mouth shut with an imaginary piece of tape and obediently fell silent.

Yan Feiye finally understood, and he burst into loud laughter.

Looking at these two rotten friends, Qin Weizhou once again felt the urge to pack them up and ship them away.

In the distance, Jiang Shuwei was engaged in conversation, and quite a few young men had gathered around her.

Jiang Shuwei’s appearance leaned toward the cool and aloof side; she had a tall figure, fair and radiant skin, and stood out brilliantly among the sea of beauties with her refined temperament.

Coupled with the identity she had just been assigned, the line of men coming to know her by reputation was almost growing into a long queue.

Surrounded by the halo of a beauty, Jiang Shuwei found herself exceptionally popular today.

Naturally, she had no intention of wasting this opportunity. She secretly handed out numerous business cards while taking the chance to build a reputation for her studio.

Of course, she also collected a pile of cards in return; her handbag was nearly overflowing.

Not far away, He Jingcheng was conversing with others, yet his gaze remained fixed on Jiang Shuwei, who was surrounded by men in the distance, smiling radiantly.

He had thought she was merely a woman with social anxiety. Turns out, she had simply been putting on an act. Amidst a crowd of men, she smiled like a blooming flower, smoothly maneuvering through them and completely bewitching all those men.

He Jingcheng found it unbearable to watch.

Jiang Shuwei was being entirely too provocative today.