Chapter 360 - The Red Second Generation’s Abandoned Former Wife (13)

The Red Second Generation’s Abandoned Former Wife (13)

Bai Weiwei added, “I woke Su Shian up with a hard slap and let him know that I had no feelings for him.”

System: “No feelings can also increase favorability?”

Bai Weiwei: “Because what Su Shian was most disgusted with was Bai Weiwei’s affection for him.”

If Bai Weiwei didn’t love him, he wouldn’t be forced to marry her by the patriarch.

Su Shian was very resistant to her heavy and unnecessary love.

He hated Bai Weiwei, partially because she loved him.

So to increase his favorability, one must only break this love.

Let Su Shian know that she would not bind him.

His disdainful feelings would naturally ease.

System: Love brought an abundance of negative favorability points, but when he lost this love he anxiously lit a fire to raise the favorability, was this not masochism?

It had to eat a Latiao1 to calm down.

The world of men, it didn’t understand.

Bai Weiwei returned to the banquet. She began to eat and drink for a while.

When Su Shian came back, he was black faced and cold shouldered, as though he felt that everyone owed him eight thousand dollars.

After dinner, Patriarch Su went to rest in order to give the younger generation a chance to get together.

Su Shian played bridge with several of his cousins.

Bai Weiwei didn’t leave either. She drank cocktails with a bunch of ladies and chatted about perfume and this season’s limited-edition skirts.

This was her natural environment.

Drinking, drinking, suddenly there was a wanton gaze on her body.

She turned back and saw Chen Wenfeng staring at her intently.

Bai Weiwei took a glance at Su Shian. When she saw that he hadn’t noticed, she immediately showed a smile and casually held up the glass of wine to toast him.

Her smile held a hint of intoxicating temptation. Her lip color in this lighting possessed a kind of luster that people would want to take.

Chen Wenfeng’s heart was stirred.

He took a deep breath to try to harness the discipline of monks.

He was actually teased by that bumpkin, Bai Weiwei.

Although he didn’t know which stylist she found, the image of her earthen bun appearance had reached deep into his heart.

When Chen Wenfeng looked up again to see Bai Weiwei, he was thinking that they should continue their game from before, but Bai Weiwei had disappeared.

He took his wine and began to walk around searching for her.

A friend’s wife couldn’t be cheated with, but for him, blocking Su Shian’s heart was a matter of course.

Anyway, Su Shian couldn’t wait to give him Bai Weiwei.

He refused once, but this time he wouldn’t refuse. After all, this carefully packaged Bai Weiwei looked unusually delicious.

Su Shian had no peace of mind and was tired as he played cards. In his mind, he was remembering Bai Weiwei’s tearful expression as she told him Things couldn’t go back to how they once were.

He was distracted, he lost all his chips and anxiety struck his heart.

He finally pushed the cards away, said goodbye and decided to leave.

As soon as he got up, he found that Bai Weiwei was gone.

He felt even more nervous. She wasn’t just going to divorce him, she had left him completely behind.

Su Shian calmed down and convinced himself that he wanted her not to tell grandpa that they divorced.

After all, this was an important period of corporate restructuring.

With Patriarch Su’s support, for him this was simply a heavenly rain.

So he was at ease looking for Bai Weiwei.

As he walked to the balcony, he saw Bai Weiwei standing there with a glass of wine.

Bathed in the moonlight, her back was beautiful and dreamy.

Su Shian was just about to step forward.

But found Chen Wenfeng standing in front of her. They spoke and smiled.

Chen Wenfeng seemed to say something, which made her laugh in spite of herself.

Su Shian didn’t really know what he was feeling.

Obviously, he had planned to send Bai Weiwei to Chen Wenfeng’s bed.

But now that they were together, his expression was a little bad.

1: 辣条: AKA spicy stick, spicy strip, hot strip. A popular snack in China made from wheat flour and chili.↩