Zhao Yanxia's lungs were about to explode at the mention of a mistress. She paid no mind to Wu Xuerou's attitude at the moment, grasping her hand and pressing, "What do you think I should do?"
What to do?
Wu Xuerou's face gradually showed joy.
In the past, when Di Dongsheng was the head of the Di family, their family lived cautiously in front of him and his wife. Now she was asking for her help?
Zhao Yanxia waved her hand in front of her, "Have you thought of an idea?"
"Mmm," Wu Xuerou came back to her senses and nodded quickly. She leaned forward, her body close to Zhao Yanxia's ear.
After a whispered conversation, Zhao Yanxia felt a little uneasy. She frowned and leaned back against the headboard.
Di Dongsheng had told her last time that he was doing all this to stay in the country. If things escalated, he would definitely be angry.
Zhao Yanxia shook her head and refused, "No, are there any other better ways besides this?"
Still being picky at this point?
Wu Xuerou sighed and said with difficulty, "There are ways, they're just not easy."
"What's not easy? You don't need to worry about anything else, just tell me first," Zhao Yanxia leaned forward curiously.
Wu Xuerou stared at her deeply, her lips parting and closing as she spoke the second method.
As the words entered her ear, Zhao Yanxia savored them for a long time and nodded in agreement, "Okay, I'll contact her now."
An hour later.
Jiang Feifei was dressed to the nines. She took off her sunglasses and scanned the entrance of the coffee shop.
The coffee shop attendant saw her and hurried forward, "How many people?"
"We have an appointment," Jiang Feifei pointed, and the server turned to look at the two people watching them from behind.
Wu Xuerou personally accompanied Zhao Yanxia. The two were dressed like wealthy ladies, their presence no less imposing than Jiang Feifei's.
Jiang Feifei went to the table and signaled the server to order a coffee.
"What do you want to see me about?"
Compared to the two in front of her, Jiang Feifei seemed more like the one being sought.
Seeing her languid demeanor, Zhao Yanxia became angry. She slammed the table and threw the prepared bank card in front of her.
Glancing at the shimmering card, Jiang Feifei picked it up. "What do you mean? Trying to buy me off?"
"Don't you just want money? There's five hundred thousand in here. As long as you leave Di Dongsheng and stop bothering him, I'll give you another two hundred thousand later." Zhao Yanxia was generous.
Seven hundred thousand to make her leave?
Jiang Feifei returned the card to her. "You seem to have forgotten. Dongsheng gave me a black card a while ago. Why would I give up such a good long-term meal ticket for a mere five hundred thousand?"
Zhao Yanxia shot up from her seat. Wu Xuerou couldn't even hold her back.
"Bitch!"
The server happened to come over. Zhao Yanxia grabbed a coffee from the tray and flung it at Jiang Feifei's smirking face.
Fortunately, it was iced coffee. If it had been scalding hot, her face would have been ruined.
The coffee splashed down, soaking Jiang Feifei's neckline. She was already wearing thin clothing, and with her clothes wet, her chest skin was subtly revealed.
"Is this all you can do? Teach me with crude actions? How pathetic!" Jiang Feifei took out a tissue and wiped the coffee from her cheek.
She no longer held back, staring coldly at Zhao Yanxia as she declared, "Just wait and see who ultimately gets Di Dongsheng."
"Bitch, you slut, you deserve to be beaten to death!" Zhao Yanxia, disregarding the onlookers, roared and cursed at Jiang Feifei's retreating back.
Unbeknownst to her, this scene was witnessed by Mu Liangchen, who happened to be passing by.
Seeing Jiang Feifei walk out of the coffee shop in a disheveled state, he became very interested. He took out his phone, took a photo, and sent it to Jiang Ziyu.