How About A Divorce? - Chapter 24
Chapter 24: The Other Woman [VIP]
In the time leading up to the party, Lin Yanqing was still so busy that her feet barely touched the ground. Wen Yu didn’t even get to see her.
Chen Yu’an asked her what was going on, and Wen Yu only said they would talk about it in person. To Chen Yu’an, this meant Wen Yu was feeling guilty. It worried her so much that she forwarded a dozen or so articles about marriage advice to Wen Yu.
Wen Yu found it hilarious. She called her. “You have such a high moral compass.”
Chen Yu’an said as a matter of course, “We’re going to be family in the future. Wen Rong’s sister is my sister. I can’t just watch you go astray.”
“Does my sister know about your theory?”
“I don’t care about her.”
“I’m on speakerphone,” Wen Yu said. “My sister is right next to me.”
Chen Yu’an: “…”
Chen Yu’an silently hung up the phone and then sent Wen Yu a knife emoji.
Wen Yu laughed and typed: Just kidding, I’m the only one at home.
Chen Yu’an ignored her.
When Saturday arrived, Lin Yanqing called and said she would be late and asked Wen Yu to go ahead.
The location was at Chen Yu’an’s suburban villa. The driver drove the car directly inside and stopped not far from the semi-open area.
A group of people watched as young Miss Wen got out of a limousine. Their expressions varied, but most were filled with envy.
Chen Yu’an walked up with a smile. Wen Yu whispered, “You gave me quite a grand entrance.”
Chen Yu’an: “Of course.”
The limousine was from the Chen family. Chen Yu’an had specifically asked the driver to pick up Wen Yu.
“This is just a casual get-together with these people. The main point is to give you a grand entrance and back you up.”
Wen Yu: “No, my dear sister. Let’s keep a low profile. My family doesn’t go for this kind of thing. If my sister finds out, she definitely won’t let me hang out with you.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chen Yu’an pouted. “I’m a good citizen too.”
Just as they were talking, a few people came up and said politely, “Wen Yu? We haven’t seen you in a long time.”
Wen Yu went through her memory but couldn’t match the names to the faces of the people in front of her. She just gave them a casual response.
The group walked inside. Wen Yu saw a few men splashing around in the pool, like dead fish with their bellies turned up.
“Sit,” Chen Yu’an pressed Wen Yu down on the sofa. “Tell the butler what you want to eat. The chef in the back will make it fresh. The chefs are all aces from my family’s hotel.”
Wen Yu sighed. “You’re really extravagant, young Miss Chen.”
A few men poked their heads out of the water. Wen Yu recognized Yang Ming, the class monitor, but didn’t take the initiative to greet him.
A few men casually wiped themselves with a towel and walked toward them.
“Wen Yu?” Yang Ming asked.
Wen Yu nodded.
Yang Ming showed a smile and extended his hand. “Long time no see.”
Wen Yu didn’t shake his hand, and she was even stingy with a smile. It was probably because Yang Ming was vaguely present when she and Lin Yanqing had their falling out, so she hated him by association and didn’t give him a good look.
Yang Ming didn’t know when he had offended her, but he didn’t dwell on it. He just exchanged a few pleasantries and walked away with a group of people behind him.
Before they got too far, Wen Yu heard a man snort softly. “Why is she acting so high and mighty? She’s just an internet celebrity.”
Wen Yu looked over and saw that the man’s belly was hanging over his swim trunks like a dumpling filled with feces.
“Wang Hao, the one who spread rumors about you,” Chen Yu’an said. “He’s been hanging out with Yang Ming for the past few years.”
“That dumpling is quite funny,” Wen Yu said.
He didn’t have much hair on his head, but his mouth was still sharp.
“It’s a shame my mom is watching me. Otherwise, I would beat the crap out of him,” Chen Yu’an said regretfully.
She didn’t have a good impression of Wang Hao. This guy used his glib tongue to climb the ladder by flattering and stepping on others. He had hooked up with Yang Ming. Yang Ming was one of Chen Yu’an’s high school friends. They had been in contact occasionally over the years, and the Chen family and Yang family also had business collaborations. So when Chen Yu’an had someone beat him up, she hired someone else and didn’t reveal her identity.
“Did you mean a physical slap?” Wen Yu asked out of curiosity.
“Yes,” Chen Yu’an said. “His face was all swollen. I have a video of it. Do you want to see it?”
“No,” Wen Yu said. “I’m not interested in beating up a pork meatball.”
This one sentence made Chen Yu’an laugh for a long time, and her angry mood dissipated a lot.
“If I had known your identity, I wouldn’t have kept it a secret from you when I dealt with that pork meatball. I was worried about involving you.”
Very few people knew Wen Yu’s identity. She had been weak since she was a child. A fortune teller said she should be “raised lightly,” and not have too many things put on her. So, until now, very few people had seen the face of the “second young lady of the Wen family.” And they would never have thought that the lively and energetic Wen Yu was that so-called ill-fated young lady.
Especially these second-generation rich kids who haven’t established themselves yet. After all, no one would be staring at Baiyi’s official website to look for pictures—she had only shown her face that one time. At the banquet, most of the people were foreigners and older generations, so no news got out.
Now, in everyone’s eyes, Wen Yu was a small internet celebrity—that’s what the dumpling had spread—who was rich and most likely had a sugar daddy.
“Yu’an, what are you talking about?” A blonde woman with blue eyes popped up from the side. When she saw Wen Yu, she smiled brightly. “Hello.”
Wen Yu glanced over and saw that the woman was followed by a bunch of blonde and blue-eyed people. Chen Yu’an introduced her classmates from her time abroad. Wen Yu only barely remembered the first woman’s name. After not much talking, the group of blondes jumped into the pool.
“Looks like they’re having fun,” Wen Yu said.
“They’re going to stay in our villa for a week,” Chen Yu’an said proudly.
“Even if they’re going to be late for school?”
Chen Yu’an: “…”
Chen Yu’an was so annoyed that she tickled Wen Yu.
The two of them laughed together. Chen Yu’an got two glasses of juice, one for each, and declared a ceasefire. She asked, “Why isn’t Lin Yanqing here yet?”
“I don’t know.”
Before Wen Yu could call and ask, a voice interrupted. “CEO Lin is too busy. It’s normal for her to be late.”
Wen Yu looked over and saw that the dumpling had approached them at some point. He was wearing a trendy shirt, looking like a branded pork chop. He tried to butt into the conversation, afraid that others would not take him seriously.
Wen Yu didn’t hold back and said casually, “Is she your master? Why are you protecting her? Are you addicted to being a dog?”
Wang Hao’s face turned red and his neck thickened from being blocked by this one sentence.
After saying that, Wen Yu clicked her tongue in disdain and turned to ask Chen Yu’an, “Are you sure you didn’t remember wrong? This thing used to like me?”
Chen Yu’an said with certainty, “I’m sure. Didn’t we buy cabbage and vermicelli back then?”
Wen Yu was stunned. She then burst out laughing, patting Chen Yu’an’s shoulder as she laughed. “You’re a great talker too.”
Her laughter was so loud that the women around them came over curiously. A group of blondes swimming in the pool shouted from ten meters away, “What are you talking about!”
Wen Yu shouted back, “Do you guys like to eat pork?”
“NO!!” The blonde woman protested. “It’s too stinky!”
Wen Yu laughed even louder. Everyone’s gaze fell on Wang Hao, as sharp and mean as a knife. Even Yang Ming’s expression, who was not far away, was ugly.
“Wang Hao, don’t disturb them!” Yang Ming shouted.
Wang Hao was like a pork rib on a skewer. He swayed from side to side, getting more evenly crispy from the women’s gaze, so much so that his skin burst. “Wen Yu, why are you so arrogant! You’re just a small internet celebrity. Do you really think you’re someone important!”
Someone frowned and wanted to stand up and retort, but Wen Yu raised her hand and stopped them.
She didn’t take Wang Hao’s bait and just smiled. “The pig is going berserk.”
Wang Hao was so angry that he took a step forward, looking like he was going to use his fists. Unfortunately, before he could take two steps, the blonde woman’s hand clasped his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks.
The woman was tall with long legs. Her eyes were deep and cold when she wasn’t smiling. The strength in her hand was not a joke. It hurt so much that Wang Hao winced. She said, “What do you want to do, you fatso?”
Wang Hao stammered, “Let go!”
“Trash,” the blonde woman said. She then shook her head, let go, and walked toward Chen Yu’an and the others. “Yu’an, the status of men in your country is still too high.”
Chen Yu’an was noncommittal. “It’s getting there. It’ll be about right when the older generation is all gone.”
She just said it casually, but Wang Hao jumped up and down. Yang Ming also walked over unhappily. “Yu’an, we’re all classmates. There’s no need to make things so awkward.”
Wen Yu whispered to the blonde woman who was the closest to her, “Here he comes. He’s going to make everyone respect his face again.”
As expected, Yang Ming said, “For my sake, let’s just let this go.”
The blonde woman was surprised and whispered to Wen Yu, “How did you know?”
Wen Yu raised her eyebrow. “It’s an industrial tradition.”
Her tone was normal and she was smiling, but the blonde woman felt a sense of irony. It was a shame she didn’t immediately understand. The few girls next to them, however, smiled knowingly.
The “Mister Face” saw that no one was paying attention to him. His face was bruised and purple, turning him into a roasted eggplant next to the pork skewer.
The few men stood behind them, too scared to move forward by the intense atmosphere.
Yang Ming suddenly sneered. “I really misjudged you back then. I can’t believe I used to like a woman like you.”
In high school, Yang Ming had given Wen Yu a love letter. At that time, everyone’s relationship was not bad. They could be called friends. Wen Yu politely rejected him, and they didn’t have any more interaction after that.
Wen Yu said calmly, “You’re not the only one, my secret admirer.”
After all, young Miss Wen had received no less than ten love letters, and some of them were destroyed by Lin Yanqing and never even made it into her hands.
The women laughed again. Yang Ming turned from a purple eggplant into a black one.
Wang Hao: “Wen Yu, are you proud of yourself for going abroad to get a degree and coming back to make money as an internet celebrity? How heartbroken would our homeroom teacher be if she knew she taught a student like you!”
“Sigh,” Wen Yu suddenly sighed. “I’m too lazy to retort to you anymore, Wang Hao. Do you have a masochistic tendency? The cutting board is at the market, not here.”
Chen Yu’an next to her was laughing so hard she was out of breath. She still had to explain the ins and outs to the blonde woman.
A female classmate sneered. “What do you mean ‘make money’? Are you getting impatient because you can’t make money? You’re so fat with oil. You’ve probably used your whole body to make money.”
The blonde woman heard this and urged Chen Yu’an, “What does that mean? What does that mean?”
“It means he’s a male escort,” Wen Yu kindly explained when she saw that Chen Yu’an was out of breath from laughing.
“Someone like him can be a male escort? Men are not picky at all,” the blonde woman said in surprise.
After this string of words, Wang Hao was so angry that he was trembling. Tears were about to fall.
“If you want to cry, go outside and cry. You’re an eyesore,” Wen Yu said without much interest. She picked up her phone. There was a message from Lin Yanqing: Almost there.
Wen Yu: “Lin Yanqing will be here soon.”
“Okay, we’ll clear the area later.”
It was obvious who would be cleared. Yang Ming had never been so humiliated. And there were very few people there that he could afford to offend. The pent-up anger in his chest rushed to his head, and he lost his reason. He shouted, “Wen Yu, you’re only daring to talk to me like this because you have a good relationship with Lin Yanqing! All the classmates know you’re a flirt! You might even be someone’s mistress!”
As soon as he said this, the whole place went silent. Chen Yu’an also stopped laughing. Everyone looked at Yang Ming.
“She’s just an internet celebrity with no background. Everyone in the circle knows about it. She’s proud of hooking up with a rich person,” Yang Ming sneered.
“What circle?” a voice interrupted.
“It’s—” Yang Ming suddenly stopped talking and looked at the woman walking toward them.
“Go on,” the late Lin Yanqing walked in. Her eyes were terrifyingly cold. “What circle? What mistress?”
“If you can’t say it, none of you will leave today.”