《After Divorcing, She Shocked The World (1)》Chapter 10: Finding a Paramour
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Wu Mei was the granddaughter-in-law that Grandpa Li had decided on. He had half forced Li Nanchen to marry Wu Mei and requested for this marriage to last for at least three years, unless Wu Mei was willing to get a divorce.
Looking at her side profile, Li Nanchen did not understand how a woman could change her attitude so quickly.
He was about to say something when Li Nanchen suddenly heard his phone ring.
Wu Mei looked back and frowned when she saw the name on the screen.
"Lin Piaopiao..."
That woman who kept seducing Li Nanchen and bullying the Host!
She clearly lusted after Li Nanchen, yet she always pretended to be pitiful and innocent. She was much more shameless than Wu Yi!
Wu Mei stared fixedly at Li Nanchen. Suddenly, she thought of something and approached him with a mischievous smile. With raised brows, she used her hand to tease his Adam's apple as she said, "President Li really knows how to play around. You're with your wife, but you're going to talk on the phone with your mistress?"
"Is she here to rush you to divorce me?"
Li Nanchen looked at her deeply. He did not speak, nor did he pick up the call. The ringing eventually stopped on its own.
Wu Mei languidly pushed Li Nanchen away and fiddled with her hair.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disrupt you from picking up your call..."
Wu Mei didn't look apologetic at all.
"I just want to tell you that even if it's a contract marriage, you can't seduce other people and cheat on me."
If word got out, wouldn't she lose face?
She did not want the headlines of the newspapers and media to be filled with photos of her "being cheated on"!
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Wu Mei brows knitted together as she thought of something and added, "Otherwise, I'll also look for a paramour outside too!"
"..." Li Nanchen narrowed his eyes dangerously and looked at Wu Mei.
Does she know what she's talking about?
"Ring, ring, ring..." Lin Piaopiao called again.
Wu Mei shrugged and turned to look out the window. "Do you need me to cover my ears?" she asked.
"There's no need. We're not in the kind of relationship you think we are."
Li Nanchen took out a Black Card and placed it in her palm. He said, "Go and take a walk in the mall. The chauffeur will pick you up at night."
Looking at the credit card with no credit limit, she opened the car door without hesitation. She stood by the side of the road and waved at him through the window, sending him a provocative glance.
"Remember what I said." She swiped her thumb across her neck and mouthed the words to him before turning around and walking away in the opposite direction.
Li Nanchen looked at her back view through the rearview mirror. He lowered the soundproof divider and asked, "How has grandpa's health been recently?"
"Pretty good," the driver replied respectfully.
She added, "Ms Lin's father has been treating Old Master Li."
Li Nanchen heaved a sigh of relief. He stared at Lin Piaopiao's number and reluctantly called her back, "What's the matter?"
...
On the boulevard, falling flowers floated onto Wu Mei's shoulders.
Li Nanchen's car disappeared from her sight. Wu Mei kicked two pieces of gravel and continued to stroll around.
Casually pocketing the Black Card, Wu Mei bought a bottle of Coke and waited for the traffic light at the cross junction...
"Eh? Why am I here?"
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She looked up and was stunned when she saw the familiar storefront.
This was the bar she was at last night when she had just woken up!
Thinking about the drugged alcohol and the blonde, Wu Mei changed direction and headed straight for the bar.
In her memory, this bar was quite safe. Why was she targeted?
There must be something fishy going on.
Since she had time, she did not mind finding out who was the person who wanted to harm her. Coincidentally, she was not in a good mood.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Wu Mei lifted her hand and knocked on the door.
Behind the dark glass door, a few figures could be vaguely seen. However, it was not opening hours yet, so no one opened the door for her.
Wu Mei tilted her head and pondered for a moment. Then, she put the cola aside, rubbed her palm and loosened her joints. Then, she raised her leg and kicked the door!
Clang!
The door crashed to the ground.
The few service staff who were smoking behind the door were so frightened that their faces turned pale. "You, you, you, who are you..."
"Where's your boss? Get him to come out, I have something to ask him."
Wu Mei picked up the cola and dusted herself off before swaggering in.
"Stop, you can't just enter..."
The attendant finally recalled that he had seen her last night. Just as he was about to stop her, he saw Wu Mei glaring at him coldly. He was so frightened that he dared not utter a word.
"Where is the surveillance room?" Wu Mei asked.
The waiter was so frightened that he surrendered immediately and pointed to the darkness at the end of the corridor as he told her, "Second room on the left..."
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