The issue of being falsely accused of plagiarism was still unresolved, but Jiang Xiao turned the steering wheel and headed toward the Cheng family's old residence.
Xiao Yu called again. "Boss, when will you get here?"
Jiang Xiao couldn't be in two places at once. She instructed, "I have something urgent. I'll call Miss Shen and ask her to help with the situation."
Shen Yue rushed over after receiving the call.
Soon after, Jiang Xiao received a WeChat message from Shen Yue: [Don't worry, it's taken care of.]
Jiang Xiao replied: [A Yue, thank you.]
She was replying to WeChat in the car. Too distracted, she didn't notice the car behind her and rear-ended it.
The driver of the car behind got out first. Moments later, a woman stepped out.
Jiang Xiao opened her door and got out, apologizing politely. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I'll pay for any damages."
"Do you think just paying is enough?" The woman said arrogantly. "If you can't drive, don't take your car out."
Jiang Xiao had never seen such an arrogant person. She looked at the woman and said, "Miss, please show some respect."
"Someone who can't even drive deserves respect?" The woman glanced at Jiang Xiao's car—just a Mercedes. She became even more contemptuous. "If you're poor, don't come out and cause trouble for others."
Jiang Xiao was, after all, the eldest daughter of the Jiang family and the president of the Cheng Group's wife. How Cheng Yuan treated her was one thing, but outsiders had no right to disrespect her.
When her temper flared, she was not to be trifled with. She strode closer and said coldly, "Apologize."
The woman said, "Why should I apologize?"
Jiang Xiao said, "Because your mouth stinks."
"You—" The woman raised her hand to hit her, but Jiang Xiao slapped her first.
The crisp sound of a slap rang out. The woman covered her face, twisted her waist, and walked back to the car. Soon, the other door of the Bentley opened, and someone stepped out.
It was a man, on the phone, looking down.
Jiang Xiao recognized him at first glance.
She glanced at the Bentley's license plate again. What a... coincidence.
The person who appeared was none other than her husband, whom she hadn't seen for days.
Cheng Yuan.
The scene was like a cliché drama.
The husband went out with his mistress and happened to run into the wife.
The mistress was even more arrogant than the wife, refusing to let the matter go.
"It's her, A Yuan. This rude woman hit me. You have to stand up for me."
The woman pointed at Jiang Xiao.
Jiang Xiao's gaze shifted from the woman to the man behind her. She really wanted to know what he would do.
Would he slap her on the spot?
Or, in front of her, would he draw a clear line with that woman?
Cheng Yuan, true to his role as president of the Cheng Group, reacted immediately.
He instructed his driver to take the woman home, then grabbed Jiang Xiao's wrist and pushed her into the Bentley.
Jiang Xiao couldn't break free and had no choice but to get into the car.
Before she could say a word, Cheng Yuan pinned the back of her neck and kissed her.
Just before she suffocated, she heard him say:
"Jiang Xiao, are you following me?"
Author's note:
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Dog man, you'll cry to death. Comments welcome.