Gu Yushen rubbed his temples and said in a deep voice, “No need. She brought this upon herself.”
One must bear the consequences of their own actions.
Xue Qing’s expression instantly turned cold. After all, they had been married once. During his most difficult time after Song Jiaqi left, it was Su Nanqing who stayed by his side.
Indeed, capitalists were heartless.
The moment Song Jiaqi returned, Gu Yushen forgot all about his wife’s kindness!
He felt indignant on behalf of his wife, yet there was nothing he could do.
…
The Shen family’s banquet was held in the most upscale banquet hall of Longsheng Yuting in Shengjing.
Everyone had arrived except Su Nanqing, who was supposed to apologize.
Shen Muqing was entertaining today’s distinguished guests—Song Jiaqi, Gu Yushen, and their family.
Shen Muqing looked at the beautiful Song Jiaqi with a charming, roguish smile. “Qiqi, that outfit suits you perfectly.”
Song Jiaqi embodied a pure yet alluring style. Her sleek, sexy black dress subtly accentuated her curves without being revealing.
Song Jiaqi smiled shyly, leaning closer into Gu Yushen’s embrace. “Young Master Shen, thank you for the compliment.”
Shen Muqing held a favorable impression of her—beautiful and kind-hearted, exactly his type.
As a wealthy heir, he had encountered all kinds of women.
He had seen plenty of women like Su Nanqing.
Despicable, shameless, and malicious.
“By the way, Qiqi, Su Nanqing even kidnapped you once. Yet you let her live—you’re truly too kind-hearted.”
Both Song Jiaqi and Gu Yushen’s expressions shifted. She had only vaguely mentioned the incident to Shen Muqing during a casual conversation.
But it had intensified Shen Muqing’s hostility toward Su Nanqing.
Gu Yushen frowned and asked, “Young Master Shen, who did you hear this from?”
Song Jiaqi grew instantly nervous. If Gu Yushen found out she was the one who revealed it, her pristine image in his heart would be tarnished.
Before Shen Muqing could respond, Song Jiaqi smiled and said, “Young Master Shen, why hasn’t Nanqing arrived yet? Could it be that she doesn’t dare to come?”
The guests around them began murmuring among themselves.
Shen Muqing frowned and sneered, “It’s fine if she doesn’t dare to show up. In private, I won’t let her off easily.”
Gu Yushen frowned. Even when pushed to such extremes, Su Nanqing refused to yield and beg him for help.
He had spent the entire day waiting for her call, anxiously pursing his lips in frustration.
Song Jiaqi anxiously pleaded on Su Nanqing’s behalf, “Young Master Shen, Nanqing surely didn’t mean any harm. Please give her another chance.”
Seeing how adorable Song Jiaqi looked even when distressed, Shen Muqing’s eyes crinkled into a smile. “Qiqi, you’re far too kind. Let’s not talk about her anymore. After this matter is settled, the Shen family will sign contracts with both the Gu and Song families.”
That was exactly what Song Jiaqi had been waiting to hear.
Gu Yushen’s eyes flickered, but he remained silent.
“But Nanqing really isn’t coming, is she? Making everyone wait like this,” Song Jiaqi said, glancing toward the banquet entrance.
“Who said I don’t dare to come?” A cool, clear voice rang out.
Hearing the voice, everyone turned to look at Su Nanqing.
Su Nanqing was wearing a fiery red gown adorned with diamond jewelry. The bold red and sparkling diamonds created a striking visual impact.
Her flamboyance exuded a comfortable warmth, and her delicate, palm-sized face glowed with radiance.
Gu Yushen was slightly taken aback. He had never seen Su Nanqing look so stunning—fiery and breathtaking, as if she had walked through a path of thorny roses.
She outshone everyone present.
Song Jiaqi was both shocked and jealous. After Su Nanqing returned, she had noticed that face.
She had given all the dresses she didn’t want to Su Nanqing, always suppressing Su Nanqing’s beauty, but now Su Nanqing had slipped from her control.
Shen Muqing was also stunned. Was this Su Nanqing?
She should be a fairy maiden descending from the clouds instead.
The men at the banquet venue, upon seeing Su Nanqing, all fixed their fervent gazes on her.
Su Nanqing possessed a certain magic—her every move could easily draw people’s attention.
Su Nanqing stood before Song Jiaqi and said, “Song Jiaqi, if I didn’t come, wouldn’t that let you keep acting arrogantly?”