Chapter 351 - 350: Watching the Original Wife Beat the Mistress

Chapter 351: Chapter 350: Watching the Original Wife Beat the Mistress

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Sitting in the passenger seat, Su Ruoxi was a little puzzled.

"You never mentioned a banquet today. I didn’t even have time to get a dress custom-made."

I just had to find a random shop and buy something that would do, and we nearly ended up late.

Lin Feng, hand on the steering wheel, said helplessly:

"I only got the invitation today, too. Alright, it’s a party, so try to look happy."

"Besides, there might be some excitement to watch tonight."

The kind of excitement that would satisfy everyone.

"Hm?"

Su Ruoxi blinked.

"What kind of excitement?"

From the way Lin Feng said it, he already knew what was going to happen.

This made Su Ruoxi even more curious. She coaxed and pestered Lin Feng, insisting she had to know at least a little something.

"If I tell you now, it won’t be interesting when it happens."

Lin Feng freed a hand and ruffled her hair.

"Don’t worry. You’ll definitely be satisfied with tonight’s show."

’After all, this is going to be a big scene. A fight might even break out on the spot.’

’With so many people watching, it would only add to the spectacle.’

Su Ruoxi grew more and more curious, but Lin Feng stubbornly refused to say anything.

So she pouted, suppressed her curiosity for the time being, and sat obediently in the passenger seat, but her mind had already flown to the banquet hall.

As a rising star in the business world, Lin Feng’s arrival naturally caught the attention of the entrepreneurs present.

They immediately turned to look, sized up Lin Feng and Su Ruoxi, and then quickly looked away.

But one person’s gaze remained fixed on Lin Feng from start to finish.

It was a venomous stare, as if he might lunge forward at any second to fight Lin Feng to the death.

The owner of this gaze was none other than Bao An!

Lin Feng, of course, felt the stare. He followed the line of sight and saw Bao An glaring at him coldly, his grip so tight it seemed he might shatter the wine glass in his hand. He was making it obvious he hated Lin Feng, as if afraid others wouldn’t notice.

And beside Bao An, a secretary was intimately holding his wrist, their contact so close it was as if no one else was there.

At events like this, it wasn’t strange for these bosses to bring anyone along.

Lin Feng stood in the banquet hall, his expression unreadable. He lowered his gaze to glance at the spot where Bao An’s arm met the secretary’s pale white wrist, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly.

The host of the banquet chatted with Lin Feng for a while before other guests arrived.

So he apologized to Lin Feng and turned to greet the newcomers.

Su Ruoxi took a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray. She followed Lin Feng’s gaze for a moment, then the corners of her mouth curved up as she said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Is the ’excitement’ you mentioned related to them?"

Not long after they entered the hall, Lin Feng’s gaze had kept drifting in Bao An’s direction.

Others might not have noticed, but Su Ruoxi had seen it clearly.

Given Lin Feng’s personality, he would never do something so strange for no reason.

She recalled what Lin Feng had said on the way over about there being a show to watch, and she instantly understood. Her slightly sour mood immediately improved a great deal.

’If there’s a show to watch, then it won’t be boring.’

Lin Feng took her hand, and the two of them headed toward a sofa in the corner.

"No rush. You’ll find out soon enough."

He said, pressing down on Su Ruoxi’s shoulders to have her sit on the sofa.

"Sit here and wait. I’ll go get you something to eat. You should have a little something, or your stomach will feel uncomfortable later."

Su Ruoxi nodded at his words. Just as she was about to sensibly say it was fine, she saw Lin Feng reach out as he stood up and take the champagne she had placed on the coffee table.

"You haven’t had dinner yet, so you shouldn’t be drinking."

Lin Feng tilted his head back and drained the champagne from the flute in one gulp, then gave Su Ruoxi’s hair an affectionate ruffle.

Su Ruoxi: "..."

’I’m a little annoyed, but at an event like this, I guess I’ll just put up with it.’

Leaving Su Ruoxi’s side, Lin Feng ambled toward the food table. Events like this were usually self-serve buffets prepared by the kitchen staff; guests just took whatever they wanted.

He looked around, selected a few delicate pastries and a drink, and placed them on a plate.

As he turned, he almost bumped into someone.

Lin Feng quickly steadied the plate in his hand and sidestepped to avoid them.

He took a closer look and saw Bao An standing behind him, staring at him grimly.

"President Bao?"

Lin Feng frowned, speechless. "How do you walk without making a sound?"

’Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were some kind of ghost or demon, standing behind someone without a sound, with such a bizarre expression on your face.’

Bao An stared at Lin Feng without a word, his expression unreadable.

After a long moment, he finally spoke slowly:

"It’s nothing. It’s just noisy in here, and Mr. Lin was too focused, so you didn’t notice me."

At this point, Bao An paused, then suddenly proposed, "I wonder if Mr. Lin has a moment? I’d like to have a private word with you."

’There are too many eyes and ears here. Some things are hard to say, and some things are hard to do.’

A cold glint flashed in Bao An’s eyes as he clenched his fists.

Lin Feng glanced at the plate in his hands, then turned his head to look at Su Ruoxi, who was watching them from the sofa, before turning back to Bao An:

"Sorry, President Bao. I don’t have time."

’I’m busy bringing food to my girlfriend. I’m practically swamped with countless tasks. I don’t have time to chat with Bao An.’

Bao An’s eyes were clouded, and he seemed somewhat dazed.

Hearing Lin Feng say he didn’t have time, he froze for a second, then reached out without another word, actually trying to grab Lin Feng.

His movement wasn’t fast, so Lin Feng easily dodged it.

[DING!]

[Host, dodge immediately!]

Unexpectedly hearing the system’s prompt, Lin Feng acted decisively.

His body followed the system’s voice, and holding the plate steady, he promptly retreated to a safe distance.

In the very next moment, a magnificently dressed middle-aged woman rushed forward in just a few steps.

Before Lin Feng could react, she snatched the plate from his hand and dumped its entire contents onto Bao An’s face.

"AH!"

The incident happened so suddenly that those standing nearby jumped in fright. Someone even screamed.

SMASH!

The woman then hurled the plate violently to the ground.

At that moment, Bao An’s face was a mask of utter shock. The pastries from the plate had been reduced to mush, sticking to his face in a disgusting mess. It was impossible to tell that just moments before, they had looked so delicious.

Just then, the secretary finally reacted and hurried over, clacking in her high heels.

She cautiously approached Bao An, looking at the middle-aged woman in astonishment.

She pulled a tissue from her handbag and, with her slender, delicate fingers, began wiping the filth from Bao An’s face, right in front of the middle-aged woman.

She was younger and prettier than the middle-aged woman, and her figure was naturally several times better. However, their auras were worlds apart.

How to put it? It was the difference between a legitimate wife and a mistress.

It would have been better if the secretary hadn’t come over.

The moment she did, the middle-aged woman erupted in fury. Seeing the secretary’s intimacy with Bao An, she was so angry she could have spit blood.

She lunged forward, grabbed the secretary by the hair, and with tremendous force, slammed her to the ground.