I'm Secretly Married to a Big Shot

She could only tolerate that slut.

But she would definitely return all the humiliation she’d suffered to this today.

Qiao Anxin desperately hoped that she could have a strong backing soon to help her get everything she wanted.

Gong Zeli could help her… deal with Qiao Mianmian.

Tonight was a good opportunity.

She had to hold on tight.

As long as she could take down Gong Zeli, she would have completed half of her goal.

Hence, tonight was very important to her. No matter what, she could only succeed.

“Gong Zeli…”

Qiao Anxin looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was exquisite, and she looked 80% like Qiao Mianmian. Smiling, she said confidently, “I’ll definitely make you interested in me. Don’t you like that slut Qiao Mianmian? Then, can you resist my face that looks exactly like hers?

“Doesn’t that slut Qiao Mianmian think that she can charm all men just because she has a foxy face? Then, I’ll use her face to snatch all the men around her. Not only Gong Zeli, but also Mo Yesi…

“I’ll make all these men fall for me.”

Especially Mo Yesi…

This was the man she yearned for day and night.

If she could succeed in capturing Mo Yesi, she would have no regrets in this life.

“Qiao Mianmian, just you wait. Just you wait and see how I’ll take everything away from you, little by little. I can even snatch away the man you’ve known for 10 years. It’s just a matter of time before I take down Gong Zeli and Mo Yesi.

“I don’t believe that there’s no cat in the world that doesn’t cheat. As long as it’s a man, there’s no one who doesn’t like the new and detests the old. You’ve been with Mo Yesi for so long, it’s time to give him to someone new. Don’t worry, I’ll love him on your behalf.”

…

In the private room.

The air was a little stuffy. Gong Zeli unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt and lay on the sofa with his eyes half-closed. He looked a little anxious. Even though he had drunk a few glasses of iced water, he still couldn’t suppress the frustration in his chest.

A waiter stood in front of him and stole a glance at his expression.

“What is she doing now?” Gong Zeli tugged at his collar anxiously.

The waiter immediately replied cautiously, “Miss Qiao is playing cards with her friends.”

“Playing cards?”

“It’s a game. The loser will be punished.”

“What kind of punishment?”

“Draw some patterns on the face.”

“Did she win or lose?”

“The first I went there, I saw that Miss Qiao’s face was clean. But her two friends’ faces were painted with turtles. Miss Qiao must have won a few times.”

“Playing cards and drawing turtles? Doesn’t she find it childish?” Gong Zeli snorted. “What’s so fun about playing with those boring men? She might as well watch a soap opera at home.”

The waiter kept quiet at his sour words.