"Ah, a mistress is after all just a mistress. When push comes to shove, a man will still favor his legitimate wife."

Yuan Jiayin’s face turned ashen, her nails almost piercing clean through the flesh of her palm.

That damned woman, Ye Lu, making her lose face so horribly in public, she would definitely not let her off the hook.

...

"Let me go, are you insane? All of those directors and partners are there." Ye Lu’s wrists turned purple from his grip, pain and anxiety washing over her.

"You have the audacity to say that, are you even aware of the eyes on you at that banquet?"

Shang Jingchen was boiling with rage, teeth gritted in fury, venomously pushing her against the hotel corridor wall, eyes seeming to spew fire.

"Dancing provocatively, drawing men to you under all those prying eyes. Are you that desperate for attention, eager to flaunt your true lascivious nature?"

Ye Lu’s face turned ashen as she listened.

"What nonsense are you speaking? Who invited men? It was nothing but an opening dance, the nature of the tango is just like that, it’s normal."

"Normal? Don’t think I didn’t see. The lovesick look in your eyes when you are gazing at Gu Yan, are you so infatuated that you throw yourself at every man you see?"

Hating the woman in front of him, recalling the dance at the banquet, wishing he could throttle her.

He was watching them all along, how could he have missed any of her expressions?

That look she gave Gu Yan, it made him seethe with anger. Her eyes were full of tender love, like a woman gazing at her beloved, so focused and utterly lost in him.

An indescribable rage filled his heart, rage laced with a sense of profound unhappiness.

So, disregarding everything, he pulled her away, snatching her back from Gu Yan’s grasp.

"Remember who you are, you are my wife, you are the daughter-in-law of the Shang Family, you’ve lost all face for me and the Shang family. Are you really that shameless?"

Ye Lu trembled with rage at his sharp, hurtful words:

"Shang Jingchen, have you ever treated me as your wife? Standing before so many people, bringing Yuan Jiayin along, allowing her to behave as the hostess and humiliate me, you’ve shown no regard for my dignity, nor the Shang family’s honor. So you’re allowed to flaunt your past lover in front of everyone, but I’m not allowed to dance with another man."

"So this was deliberate, you did this in front of everyone to get back at me, right?"

Ye Lu really wanted to say, you’re not worthy of my revenge.

But thinking of Old Sir Shang, and not knowing how to wrap up the night’s debacle, she swallowed her anger. Carrying on would only make things uglier.

"Think what you will, I’m tired, I’m going home."

Having said that, she pushed Shang Jingchen away, hailed a taxi and left.

Shang Jingchen’s face remained ashen as he violently punched the wall. He would never let this woman have the opportunity to seduce Gu Yan.

...

Ye Lu sat in the taxi, calling her PR company to check the progress of the situation. She had hired a company to manipulate public opinion online.

She planned to expose Ye Wanli’s true, hypocritical nature. He liked to pretend to be a philanthropist, making public donations and contributions over the years, but very few of his checks were ever cashed. She had evidence. Deciding to widely disclose this online, she would turn him into a universally hated figure, a disgrace to his name.

That was just the first step, to taint his reputation, but it still wouldn’t shake his foundation. This man was so greedy, only by stripping him of all his money, reducing him to a pauper, could she really get to him.