The woman on his mind, Jiang Jinli!
"Is that all?"
"Almost done, just need to comb your hair."
She expressionlessly replied and walked back into her room, standing in front of the mirror.
Luo Jun Tian followed in, casually sitting down beside her. Tang Nuan's hair was still disheveled, with seaweed-like strands framing her slender neck, which seemed to appear and disappear at the same time. He really liked the way she looked with her long hair draped over her shoulders. He could vaguely remember the feeling of her soft, fine hair brushing against his face, that refreshing scent making his lower body swell up suddenly.
Tang Nuan carefully fixed her hairpin, and behind the mirror, the man's body was pressed against hers.
"Wife——" Luo Jun Tian's arm encircled her waist, his head rested on her nape, calling out affectionately as his thin lips fell onto her neck, his hardness pressed against her waist, the black hem of her skirt was lifted by him.
Tang Wan's heart was trembling with excitement, she grasped his hand "The party is about to start, let's go!"
Her cold rejection gave him a sense of insult, he withdrew the warmth from his eyes and pulled out his hand "You're right, there are many younger and prettier beauties at the party, you're just our family's adopted daughter-in-law, only used to put on a show".
"Yes! I hope I can still live up to this face of yours." Tang Nuan turned her head and smiled sweetly at him, holding his hand in gratitude, yet adding another wound to her heart.
Luojun Tian and Tang Nuan's arrival became the focus of the entire scene. The chairman and his wife looked very well-matched.
Head-on, a beautiful woman wearing a golden evening gown was walking towards me in broad daylight.
Tang Nuan was taken aback and stood there like a wooden chicken.
She subconsciously held onto Luo Jun Tian tightly, not letting him pass, but his hand still left her body and walked towards that woman.
"Jingli, how did you come?" Luojuntian happily walked up with big strides.
"Aren't you welcoming me?" Jiang Jinli smiled and pouted like a flower, naturally hooking his neck and being coquettish.
"How could that be? I was afraid you'd find it too dull here, weren't you going to open an exhibition in Paris? How's it going?" Luo Jun Tian affectionately scratched her nose, the action intimate.
How could it be so natural, so harmonious? Tang Nuan looked like a fool for a long time before she slowly turned around, slightly lowering her eyelids, and the world was pitch black.
So many people around, everyone in their hearts is clear, but all pretend they didn't see.
It turns out that the president can also laugh, and laugh so happily, like a child. It turns out that the president's most beloved woman is her, not his wife.
Tang Wan lost all face, feeling that she had nowhere to escape now. However, no matter what, she must fight her way out of this situation. She couldn't faint, couldn't cry, and even more so, couldn't run away. Her legs felt like they were filled with lead, unable to move, and she also lost all sense of direction.
Although at such a difficult time, she still had to smile openly at people, using all her strength to pull up the corners of her mouth.
"President Tang, champagne for you." As soon as she saw the scene, her American subordinate quickly grabbed a glass of champagne and handed it to her, which was better than standing there empty-handed.
"Thank you!" was a lifesaver for Tang Nuan.
She reached out to take the cup, her hand shook and the cup fell to the ground "bang"
The glass shattered into pieces at her feet, she stared at the ground in horror, and even her forced smile was instantly shattered. It turned out that she was so powerless that she couldn't even hold a wine glass.
A shard flew up and slashed her heel, fresh blood like her pain, seeping out from the muscle bottom bit by bit.
"Tang Zong, you're bleeding, does it hurt?"
Originally, in this noisy venue, the sound of shattering glass was not enough to startle Luo Jun Tian, but the injured person was special - it was the chairman's wife. The numerous murmurs still drew him over.