Upon returning from the restroom to the dining table, Chiang Qing’s originally rosy cheeks now showed traces of warmth at the corners of her eyes and brows, making her even more alluring.
Gao Hongbo’s hand holding the wine glass tightened slightly, and his eyes narrowed with a glint.
At the dining table, everyone looked at Old Master Wang trailing behind, and they all revealed expressions of understanding and envy.
And as for Old Master Wang, he looked content and full of himself, as if he had gained back some youth.
"Chairman, I’ve drunk a bit too much and want to return to my room to rest!" Chiang Qing said softly to Gao Hongbo.
When she saw him nod, Chiang Qing stood up, bade farewell to everyone, and walked away.
Just as she exited the dining room, she heard teasing voices behind her asking Old Master Wang about the taste.
Chiang Qing clenched her fists.
Back in her room, she took a furious shower in the rain shower, yet didn’t cry; she did not cry; her tears were too precious to be wasted.
Lying on the bed drunk, she soon fell asleep.
Upon waking, someone was patting her rear; she opened her eyes without any resistance, only biting her lower lip and groaning.
"Awake? Who’s better, me or him, hmm?" The person behind her sensed her obvious change and whispered in her ear.
Chiang Qing remained silent.
Her hair roots ached as he pulled harder, seeming to punish her disobedience.
You’ll get used to it; she stared at a corner of the dressing table, looking no different from a corpse, enduring the humiliation he gave.
A roar filled the room, and silence followed quickly, with the sneering infiltrating her nostrils.
"Angry?" Gao Hongbo caressed Chiang Qing’s shoulder, lazily asking.


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