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Chapter 751: Lacking Everything But Money
Hearing Shen Zhong mention the matter again, Yang Weiting paled once more but she quickly remembered that the man was only bluffing. The last few times he had blackmailed her with the matter, he had never really dared expose it.
Although Yang Weiting was scared that Shen Zhong would really divulge the secret in front of their high school cla.s.smates, she kept her arrogance in play.
Looking up at Shen Zhong, Yang Weiting sneered at him in provocation, “Do you dare? If you dare say it, I won’t help you…”
“F*ck you! How great did you think your husband’s useless company is? Your husband’s plastic processing plant can shut its door as soon as it can next to New Cruise!” Shen Zhong spat at Yang Weiting furiously the moment he heard her tone.
Once he thought about how it was Yang Weiting who caused him to fail his attempt to get into New Cruise, Shen Zhong grew more enraged. He thought that he was unable to get in purely because he had criticized Qin Yirou in support of Yang Weiting. It was all Yang Weiting’s fault!
As for her husband’s plastic processing factory, Shen Zhong no longer wanted a job there after hearing about New Cruise!
“Hah, look guys, what’s the use of this b*tch carrying a branded purse and wearing luxury brands acting all uppity rich? You should listen to how she moaned under me yesterday!” Shen Zhong was so angry that he was trembling and exposed the deed straightaway.
“You…” Yang Weiting did not expect the man to really blurt it out—right in front of all their high school friends too.
Blood draining off her face, Yang Weiting was quick to snap back and shrieked at Shen Zhong, “You’re making it up! How could I sleep with a fatty like you!”
“F*ck, Yang Weiting, you have a mole on your left chest. You should f*cking know if I’m making this sh*t up!” Shen Zhong cursed and turned to leave in a huff.
Whatever transpired from their dispute was thrown to Yang Weiting alone.
“Yang Weiting, I remember that you really do have a mole on your left chest…” A high school cla.s.smate who shared the dorm with Yang Weiting spoke hesitantly.
Everyone else who heard it understood what happened immediately.
Yang Weiting did have an affair with Shen Zhong but she was forced into it when the man was so fat and ugly. With the first time, came the second time—Shen Zhong took photos of the deed in the beginning and had been blackmailing her with them.
Of course, if Yang Weiting had not been scheming to bring a group of people here to brag in front of Qin Yirou, her secret would not have been exposed like what had happened today. It would depend on her now how she was going to clear up the mess.
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Yun Jian and her company had gone into Geli Bridal Boutique by now. Once they were inside, Qin Yirou nagged about Si Yi actually purchasing United Luenmei Shopping Center. To the woman, the young man could be rich but he should not lavish it away like this.
“Yirou, let him be. He’s like a child. Hah! He lacks everything but not money!” Dong Ruan persuaded Qin Yirou.
Then, she jokingly told her, “You’ve pa.s.sed your daughter to him. We’ll let him take care of our bills today! Yirou, don’t go easy on A-Yi. Even if we shop all around Longmen City today, he’ll be happily footing the bill behind us still!”
As Dong Ruan said that, she glanced at Si Yi who was holding Yun Jian’s hand securely as if he was scared that she would go missing, before merrily tugging Qin Yirou to pick her wedding dress in the bridal boutique.