Rich Young Mistress: Young Master Xie’s Dearest Beloved Wife

Yun Bixue felt that there was definitely a huge sinister plot going on regarding Chu Fei’er and the An family.

She had to ruin their plot at all costs.

She did not want to write that invitation to Wang Qianjin, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

When Ren Ting passed that slip of paper to Wang Qianjin, he said, “Chairman, this is from Miss Yun who came just now.”

He thought that since Chairman did not let him call her his girlfriend, he could only call her Miss Yun.

Wang Qianjin’s hand paused for a moment. He raised his eyebrow alluringly and said, “Oh, she left so obediently.”

“This is what she left behind.”

“Throw it away!”

Ren Ting was stunned. He could not believe it. Wasn’t the Chairman open to women who came to him? Why would he say that?

Wang Qianjin flicked the pen in his hand as he smiled seductively. “Didn’t you say I have to be devoted when it comes to love? I want to try being devoted this time.”

He wanted to try and see how being in love feels like.

Ren Ting’s mouth fell open as he stuttered, “Chairman, you… you…” He wanted to say, “Chairman, you don’t even have a girlfriend. Who are you going to be devoted to? Devoted, my ass!” But of course, he did not dare to say these words in front of him.

Although Chairman asked him to throw it, he still placed it respectfully on Wang Qianjin’s desk. He had been asked for a favor by someone else, so he had to commit to it. His job was to deliver this piece of paper, and it would be up to the Chairman whether he wanted to read it or not.

When Wang Qianjin was almost done signing the agreements on his desk, it was almost time to knock off too. He placed his hands behind his head lazily and closed his eyes to rest.

When he opened his eyes again, he noticed that conspicuous piece of paper on his desk and remembered what Ren Ting said about it being from Miss Yun.

Wang Qianjin suddenly paused in the midst of rocking himself. Yun! Her last name was Yun!

Wang Qianjin felt that it was too good to be true. However, he still reached for the piece of paper and opened it. When he saw the words on the paper and the signature at the bottom, it was indeed from Yun Bixue.

A strange glint flashed across his eyes. It was really her!

The piece of paper wrote, “Chairman Wang, you invited me over for a meal back in Ning An City, and I would like to return the favor. This time, I’m inviting you over for a meal at Xiang Yun Restaurant. See you there!”

Yun Bixue invited him over for a meal? This was unbelievable. If not for the handwriting and signature, he would not dare to believe it.

Wang Qianjin’s intoxicating eyes almost narrowed into a thin line. He still remembered the trick Yun Bixue pulled on him—she spiked laxatives in his food.

This time, he felt that Yun Bixue would definitely not invite him over for a meal for no reason. What tricks would she pull this time?

Wang Qianjin suddenly recalled Ren Ting’s words. Girlfriend? Did Yun Bixue think things through and feel that he was a good partner now?

This was interesting. With a thick hint of interest glowing in his eyes, Wang Qianjin crossed his hands and rubbed his chin.

He called Ren Ting over and asked him about the situation with Yun Bixue. He retrieved the CCTV recordings and saw how Yun Bixue had been raging earlier on. A glimmer of light flashed across his eyes.

Ren Ting explained by the side, “Chairman, women usually behave like this when they’re jealous. You have to understand.”

Wang Qianjin felt that he and Ren Ting had always been wired differently. He pressed on his head and made him leave.

After watching it, Wang Qianjin realized that it was already half-past five. If there was a traffic jam later, he would not be able to reach the restaurant on time.

However, she must definitely have something urgent to talk to him about. Even if he was late, she would still be waiting there.

Wang Qianjin tidied his appearance before driving slowly towards Xiang Yun Restaurant.

Inside one of the restaurant’s private rooms, Yun Bixue was sitting in a table, armed from head to toe. With her information, recording pen, and knives all prepared, she was just waiting for a certain someone to come.