Leng Bingning only froze for a few seconds before her focus snapped back. As a domineering female CEO, her decisiveness took over almost instantly, and she began handling everything in front of her with cold efficiency.
First, she sent a few messages on her phone, instructing Bodyguard Xiao Wu to stall things for a few minutes while delivering Zhu Tianfan, dragging things out with Lan Ruyue.
Afterward, she opened all five bottles of the drugged Purple Dream Fruit Wine, poured them out, and mixed them into the pink and blue bottled Dream Fantasy fruit wine.
(The bottles were just different colors; the fruit wine inside was completely clear.)
The pink and blue bottled Dream Fantasy fruit wine happened to be Lan Ruyue’s and Leng Xiner’s favorite flavors. There was no way the two of them wouldn’t drink it.
Only after finishing all this did Leng Bingning calmly lift her glass, bringing it to her lips for a light sip, quietly waiting for her “good” best friend Lan Ruyue to return—and for Leng Xiner to make her entrance.
Lan Ruyue returned quickly, her voice bright and eager, “Leng Ning, I’ve already had Xiao Wu send that useless trash of a man home. Tonight will definitely be an unforgettable night! Come, let’s toast to our sisterhood!”
Without hesitation, she picked up the pink-bottled fruit wine, clinked glasses with Leng Bingning, then raised her head and gulped it down in large swallows, smiling all the while.
The speed at which she drank was no different from an old water buffalo guzzling water in a pond during the height of summer.
Lan Ruyue was extremely calculating. She knew that the more carefree and indifferent she appeared, the more Leng Bingning would pity her difficult upbringing, and thus help her even more, regardless of cost.
Over the years, relying on this very method, Lan Ruyue had climbed from being worthless into a so-called wealthy lady with a net worth of 100 million.
Of course, that 100 million was largely inflated. Most of the assets were actually under her parents’ and brother’s names.
Leng Bingning gave her a cold, emotionless glance before lifting her own glass and downing it in one gulp. Her tone was equally indifferent, yet her words carried a deeper meaning, “Mm. Tonight will indeed be an unforgettable night.”
Meanwhile, as Leng Bingning picked up her glass again, Leng Xiner—who was sitting in a corner in the middle of the dance floor—suddenly received an “OK” message from Lan Ruyue.
The moment she saw it, Leng Xiner understood that her cue had arrived.
As long as she provoked Leng Bingning a little more, with her domineering personality, she would definitely drink all five bottles of the drugged Purple Dream Fruit Wine.
At that moment, Leng Xiner approached with a soft, timid voice, “Sis… you’re here too?”
The moment Leng Bingning heard that weak tone, she immediately knew it was Leng Xiner. In the past, she would have brushed her off with impatient, cold words.
Today was no different. After all, Leng Xiner was thick-skinned—she wouldn’t leave easily.
Leng Bingning frowned slightly, her tone sharp and commanding, “Leng Xiner, you still haven’t remembered what I told you. Speak with some backbone. With the Leng family behind you, no one would dare bully you. Now go home immediately.”
Leng Xiner’s eyes dimmed slightly as she put on a cautious, pitiful expression. Her voice trembled faintly, “Sis… I… I’m sorry. I just wanted to help you drink some of the wine…”
That overly weak, submissive act made Leng Bingning feel sick to her stomach. She almost wanted to splash the wine in her hand straight onto her face.
From childhood until now, what she hated most was this exact expression of Leng Xiner’s—as if everyone in the Leng family had been bullying this adopted daughter.
Leng Bingning’s voice turned colder, “No need. I’ll drink it myself.”
During that time, she issued a series of orders—having people investigate Lan Ruyue’s collusion with Leng Xiner, cutting off all financial support to Lan Ruyue’s family, and focusing on identifying the man closest to Leng Xiner.
Leng Bingning felt deeply humiliated by the very thought of a “cuckold.” She had to find that man and personally castrate him to soothe the anger in her heart.
Lan Ruyue soon pressed her hand to her forehead, feigning dizziness as she smiled, “Leng Ning, I’m feeling a little dizzy. How about we go to a soundproof private room next door to rest for a bit?”
At the same time, Leng Xiner also pretended to feel unwell, her voice soft and weak, “Sis… my head feels a bit fuzzy too…”
Both of them knew Leng Bingning’s personality well. As long as they said this, she would definitely agree.
Leng Bingning replied simply, “Alright.”
The three of them entered the soundproof private room. Lan Ruyue and Leng Xiner secretly exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up with excitement as they waited for what was about to happen.
However, neither of them noticed that a faint blush had slowly appeared on their faces. Unknowingly, they began loosening their collars, their movements growing more unrestrained. Their eyes turned hazy, clouded with a dazed, unfocused look.
…
Back in the bedroom.
After returning home, Zhu Tianfan completely let himself go. Once he finished copying the divorce agreement, he took off his coat and sprawled across Leng Bingning’s large bed, lying flat like a starfish.
In the past, even at home, Leng Bingning maintained her domineering CEO persona. She had strictly forbidden Zhu Tianfan from touching anything of hers—not even the bed.
As a result, after finishing the housework, the former version of him could only retreat miserably into the large bathroom, consoling his wounded heart alone for the sake of love.
But today, all of that no longer had anything to do with Zhu Tianfan.
He wasn’t the original man. He didn’t love Leng Bingning. And he certainly wasn’t the Leng family’s son-in-law.
What nonsense—only allowed to sleep in the bathroom!
What nonsense—not allowed to lie on her bed!
What nonsense—not allowed to touch her private clothing!
What nonsense—not allowed to use any of the cosmetics on the dressing table!
Tch! Tch! Tch!
Tonight, all he needed to do was get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow morning, that domineering female CEO Leng Bingning would come rushing back, eagerly forcing a divorce.
50 million!
No gambling, no drugs, no greed—just that money alone was enough to live a comfortable life forever.
First, he would go to the countryside and buy a villa. Then, under the excuse of finding people to help with elderly care, he would bring in five beautiful women to live in the villa. Follow the newest chapters on novelping dot com.
Tsk tsk tsk… now that was what life should be like!
“Hm? What’s this?”
Zhu Tianfan suddenly pulled out a piece of purple private clothing from under the pillow.
Wasn’t this something Leng Bingning usually washed herself and neatly stored away after changing? Why was it stuffed under the pillow today?
That was strange… could it be that she didn’t have time to wash it before going out?
He stared at the item in his hand, lost in thought.
[This woman’s purple private clothing actually looks pretty nice. She must have changed out of it before leaving… wait, could it be that she wants me to wash it for her?]
[Hold on… that’s actually possible! What she prides herself on most is her natural fragrance. She thinks that because she’s three years older than me and has that mature, domineering aura, it’s only natural for her husband to take care of her!]
[But she can’t treat her husband like a beast of burden, can she? Washing outer clothes and doing housework in the morning, and then washing her private clothing at night too? Tch! Damn woman, she’s bad luck!]
[As if I’d wash your private clothing. If you want it washed, do it yourself! It’s not like you’ve lost your hands or legs. Tch! Tch! Tch! Not my problem!]
Outside the door, Leng Bingning—who had just returned—was trembling with anger. Veins bulged on her hand as she tightly gripped the key to her Rolls-Royce Silver Charm.
That useless trash of a man had really grown bold. While she was away, he not only dared to lie on her bed, but also kept muttering about the purple private clothing she hadn’t had time to wash before leaving.
For a moment, she wanted nothing more than to kick the door open, drag him up, and beat him mercilessly to vent her anger.
But she forced herself to stop.
She couldn’t act impulsively anymore—not if she wanted to avoid the fate of being betrayed and destroyed, and not if she wanted to keep Zhu Tianfan, the man who truly loved her.
In her previous life, she had lost the most important man.
In this life, she would definitely bring him back—and cherish him properly.
She hesitated, her hand resting on the doorknob.
Should she knock first and wait for him to hide that purple private clothing before entering?
But with Zhu Tianfan’s suspicious nature, he would probably think she had some ulterior motive again.
Forget it.
She pushed the door open directly.
After all, she had never intended for him to wash that piece of clothing. She simply hadn’t had time to wash it before leaving, planning to do it herself after coming back. That was why she had hidden it under the pillow.
It seemed that in the future, she would have to hide things more carefully—otherwise Zhu Tianfan would start overthinking again.
Suppressing the embarrassment rising within her, Leng Bingning coldly pushed open the bedroom door…