A few sentences were enough to make the group of girls at the next table, who had just finished their meal and were about to pay, stop in their tracks.
They quietly took out their phones and scanned the QR code on the table, just to join in on the excitement.
Jiang Yuan truly lived up to being Song Jinhe’s rival. As soon as Song Jinhe spoke, Jiang Yuan immediately followed up.
“Fu Jingchuan, aren’t you going to give me an explanation?”
“You told me today that you were busy with work, had meetings to attend, and needed to inspect the factory. So your ‘busy’ was actually spending time with a young girl.” Jiang Yuan looked at him and sneered.
Song Jinhe chimed in right away: “Oh my, that’s certainly busy enough—busy enough to take a girl shopping and out for a meal.”
Her sharp gaze swept over the girl, and she clicked her tongue disapprovingly. “You gave my best friend a worthless necklace worth five million, but for her, you bought the latest handbag, clothes, necklace, jewelry, and shoes.”
“Even though my best friend doesn’t need your five million, you’re really not putting in any effort, are you?”
Jiang Yuan looked at her, her pretty brows furrowing. Best friend?
Who was her best friend?
This Song Jinhe really knew how to flatter herself.
Fu Jingchuan hadn’t expected to be caught. He stood up and looked at Jiang Yuan, his voice tinged with panic. “Jiang Yuan, it’s not what you think. She’s just a junior from my school. She happened to come to the capital, so I took her around and had a meal with her.”
He walked over to Jiang Yuan and reached out to grab her hand, but she dodged him.
“Really just a junior?” Jiang Yuan crossed her arms. She was wearing a black skirt and a white fitted top, her long hair flowing loosely behind her. Her sharp eyes fixed on Fu Jingchuan as she asked with a smile.
At that moment, the girl stood up. She showed no embarrassment at being caught and instead wore a faint smile as she extended her hand toward Jiang Yuan.
“Are you Miss Jiang?”
“I’ve often heard Mr. Fu talk about you. Now that I’ve met you, you really are beautiful.”
Jiang Yuan glanced at the hand extended toward her but didn’t move. Instead, she asked a question that made both of their expressions turn ugly.
“Oh? In what kind of situation did he mention me? In bed?”
Fu Jingchuan’s face darkened. He snapped at Jiang Yuan, “Jiang Yuan, that’s enough!”
“You’re slandering us. Nothing happened between me and Jingjing.”
Just then, a young couple nearby who had been watching the drama whispered, “They were already kissing. How can you say nothing happened?”
No one was blind. They had all seen Liang Jingjing holding Fu Jingchuan’s face and kissing him.
At the time, they had thought it was a very loving young couple, but it turned out to be a cheating man and his mistress.
“Jiang Yuan, they really were kissing just now. I have proof.” Song Jinhe took out her phone, opened her photo album, and pulled up a screenshot she had taken earlier. “Look, see?”
“Sis, you’ve been cheated on,” Song Jinhe said in a deliberately exaggerated, mocking tone.
Jiang Yuan could accept anyone saying that—except Song Jinhe.
Her expression grew even darker as she stared intently at the photo, her face clouded with anger. “You and your junior are really close, aren’t you? So close you’re kissing.”
With the appearance of this photo, any further excuses from Fu Jingchuan fell silent.
Liang Jingjing no longer thought about playing along at this point. She stood directly in front of Fu Jingchuan, looking at Jiang Yuan as she said, “Brother Fu doesn’t like you at all. He was forced into the engagement with you. The one he loves is me.”
“What does an engagement matter? The one who isn’t loved is the real mistress!” Liang Jingjing reached out and wrapped her arms around Fu Jingchuan’s arm, speaking with a smug expression.
Song Jinhe now spoke up with a serious rebuttal: “Miss, I’d like to correct your twisted logic.”
“If Mr. Fu truly loved you, he could have defied his entire family to marry you as his lawful wife, instead of letting you be a mistress hidden in the shadows. This shows he doesn’t love you that much either.”
“Moreover, no matter how much Mr. Fu dislikes it, my dear Miss Jiang is the future daughter-in-law personally acknowledged by Mr. and Mrs. Fu.”
Song Jinhe stood beside Jiang Yuan, her gaze sweeping over Liang Jingjing with disdain and contempt as she said, “As for you, I’m afraid you can’t even catch their eye.”
“No wonder you can only be a mistress.”
Song Jinhe didn’t utter a single curse word, yet it felt like she had cursed Liang Jingjing with every insult imaginable.
Liang Jingjing was choked with rage, unable to find words to retort for a moment.
“In life, one should still uphold propriety, righteousness, integrity, and a sense of shame,” Song Jinhe said slowly, adopting a lecturing tone. “At such a young age, you could do anything in society, yet you choose the most disgraceful profession.”
Liang Jingjing trembled with anger, her large round eyes glaring fiercely at Song Jinhe.
But in the end, it all dissolved into tears as she turned to Fu Jingchuan, her voice choked with sobs: “Brother Fu, didn’t you say I was the one you loved most?”
“I’m not a mistress, right?”
Seeing Liang Jingjing like this, Fu Jingchuan immediately turned to Song Jinhe.
“Song Jinhe, this is between me and Jiang Yuan. What right do you have to interfere here!”
“What status do you have to speak here? Xi Leyao is no longer the admired, illustrious Chairman Xi he once was. You’re just a down-and-out, impoverished woman with no power, no influence, and nothing to your name.”
“You have no place to comment here.”
Once again, Song Jinhe’s identity was brought up. Her current status was indeed awkward in this circle.
The fake heiress of the Song family, with Xi Leyao bankrupt—she truly had nothing.
No wonder Song Jinhe was so eager to find a powerful man. Everyone she met seemed to use her identity to provoke her.
Even if she wasn’t sensitive before, she had become so from all the remarks.
As for Song Jinhe, her tear glands were particularly active. After Fu Jingchuan’s words, she turned to Jiang Yuan, her eyes red and brimming with tears.
“Jiang Yuan, I stood up for you, and you just let him bully me like this?”
“Jiang Yuan, won’t you say a word for me?”
When Song Jinhe cried, she looked far more appealing than Liang Jingjing. Coupled with her soft, sweet voice and the way she tugged at someone’s skirt, it was enough to make anyone’s protective instincts surge.
Even Jiang Yuan, who had been stunned by the scene, suddenly grew furious.
So what if Xi Leyao was bankrupt? So what if Song Jinhe was a fake heiress? She hadn’t done anything heinous.
She had just used a few tricks when she wanted to marry Xi Leyao, but in Jiang Yuan’s eyes, those tricks were nothing.
To stay in the social circles of the capital, it was only natural.
And what right does a cheater like him have to criticize her here?
Jiang Yuan stepped forward and slapped him hard across the face.
The slap was so forceful that it immediately left Fu Jingchuan’s cheek red and swollen.
Of course, her own hand was now throbbing with pain.
Liang Jingjing let out a gasp of shock and hurriedly supported him, glaring at Jiang Yuan as she shouted, “How can you just hit someone like that?”
“Do you even have the right to speak here?” Jiang Yuan asked coldly, her gaze fixed on her.