"Zhu Wentao, I really underestimated how shameless you are."
"You're overthinking it. She has to be present as a translator at a very important international conference at ten o'clock."
"Aside from embarrassing myself, can't you give your daughter some respect? Or do you just think everyone is a fool?"
To outsiders, the two appeared to be laughing and talking. Lin Qing casually straightened Zhu Wentao's collar, affectionate and natural, a perfect couple.
There are no men in this world who don't cheat, as long as they know to come back, and maintain their wife's position, no high-level mistress can shake that.
Everyone laughed, and the incident became gossip material after dinner.
Among the elite in Jiangzhou, such events were not uncommon. Once-proud Lin Qing also fell from grace. There were taunts and sighs, but seeing Lin Qing able to converse with Zhu Wentao without changing her expression, it must be said that many women trapped in the same pain admired her.
"Mr. Zhou?"