Mr. You, Please Dote On Me

Shiyao lowered her head a little, trying to prevent herself from being noted by the Qins.

Arm in arm, Song Meirong and Qin Shaofeng looked like a sweet couple.

“Sorry everyone, my father is not feeling well and has to be a bit late. But the party will continue. Enjoy yourself.”

Song Meirong looked around and spotted a white figure. Then she suddenly looked grim..

“Shiyao!” Song Meirong’s elegance and reserve soon vanished. She frowned at Shiyao burying her head in wine. Qin Shaofeng passed by and saw Shiyao, surprised.

“Why is she here?”

Song Meirong’s face was somber and showed no joy at all.

The existence of Shiyao was always a thorn in her heart, which reminded her of the horrifying past.

Qin Shaofeng held her arm and hissed at her.

“Since she’s here, it means that Dad invited her. Don’t be silly!”

No one dared to go against the old man’s wishes. After all, his title of chairman was only temporary. It was the old man that mastered the family.

Song Meirong struggled to rein in her temper and forced a generous smile.

“You are telling me.”

As there were more people from all walks of life who wanted to talk to Qin Shaofeng, he released Song Meirong and started getting down to business.

Song Meirong scowled at Shiyao drinking alone not far away and unconsciously clenched her fists.

Shiyao had been waiting for old Qin for a long time, yet he didn’t turn up. She tried to call him, but no one answered.

It was getting late; She would have no time to go back to the You’s.

Qin Yu followed Qin Wen, continuously coping with rich second generations.

Before the party, the second Mrs. Qin had told Qin Wen to take this opportunity to meet more young talents. It would be better if she could find a target matching her.

The Qin’s had a brilliant status, and Qin Wen had grown up spoiled, so the dandies from rich family wouldn’t be appealing to her.

“Qin Wen, that girl looks familiar.”

Qin Yu was still young and seldom met Shiyao. She once saw a photo album in grandpa’s room, which was full of photos of a girl through the years who looked like Shiyao.

Qin Wen looked in the direction Qin Yu was staring, and there stood Shiyao.

Qin Wen dropped the glass in her hand, rushed to Shiyao and directly slapped her in the face.

The blow was so hard that it caused Shiyao to step backward. Soon there appeared a red hand print on her white cheeks.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Shiyao glared at Qin Wen, confused.

“Bitch, you stole my purse and caused me to wander in the streets!”

Last time at the airport, Shiyao secretly threw Qin Wen’s wallet away. When Qin Wen realized all her certification and bank cards were in her wallet, she had already been on the streets of Paris, penniless.

Qin Wen was coming to visit Paris, but she lost her wallet and could do nothing. Without her ID card, she could not even check in the hotel.

Relying on the remaining battery in her cell phone, Qin Wen finally found the nearest police station. Unluckily, she couldn’t speak French and was kicked out as a lunatic at midnight. It was not until the next day that she could contact her family after much explanation to the police.

After staying in the police station for a week, Qin Wen got the reissued certificates and went back to City A.

At the beginning, Qin Wen blamed all on the thief. Later, however, she thought carefully and realized that she didn’t get close to anyone except Shiyao who bumped into her.

Recalling her suffering, Qin Wen was wild with anger.

“Yes, it’s me. So what? How about showering you with a cup of coffee?”

Shiyao picked up a glass of cocktail and came close to Qin Wen, haughtily holding her head.

Unable to dodge, Qin Wen got wine all over her body.

Wearing a pure white tube top skirt similar to that of Shiyao, Qin Wen shrieked as she watched the golden wine dripping down her chest.

Qin Yu gaped at Qin Wen’s helplessness and Shiyao’s fearlessness. For a time she didn’t know what to do.

Qin Wen’s scream attracted the attention of guests around, who looked at the two opposite girls, puzzled.

Mrs. Qin was chatting with Song Meirong and a group of wealthy wives, and hurried over when she heard Qin Wen’s cry.

“Wenwen, what’s going on?”

The second Mrs. Qin was surprised to see Qin Wen in a mess.

“Who had the nerve to do it?”

“It’s me.”

Shiyao put down her glass, leaned against the wine table, and listlessly picked up another glass of wine.

The second Mrs. Qin looked at Shiyao who was so beautiful in astonishment and almost didn’t recognize her.

“You?”

“You bastard, how dare you show up in Qin’s party?”

The second Mrs. Qin knew Shiyao’s identity, but called her bastard on purpose.

Shiyao frowned and shook the glass in her hand unhappily, considering whether to pour it on the shrew again.

“Mom, look at my dress. It’s the latest in Paris!”

Qin Wen sadly looked at her dress, her sharp eyes almost tearing Shiyao to pieces.

“I have nothing to do with your dirty dress.”

Shiyao smiled. She was more shameless than anyone.

The guests around whispered, but nobody dared to speak out. People who witnessed Shiyao pouring wine at Qin Wen saw that Qin Wen slapped her first, but the guests who arrived later saw nothing.

No one present knew who Shiyao was, but they all knew Qin Wen.

As a spoilt and selfish princess, Qin Wen was notorious in the circle for her bad behavior. Most of the onlookers were having a good laugh.

Shiyao looked at Qin Wen with her puppy eyes, as if an innocent and callow girl had just been bullied.

“Mom, it’s her that stole my wallet in Paris, which made me unable to come back. Today she splashed wine on me!”

Qin Wen complained loudly. The second Mrs. Qin glared at Shiyao with rage.

Qin Wen cried for a long time after she came back from Paris. It turned out that Shiyao was the one that made her daughter so aggrieved.

“Don’t make irresponsible comments without evidence, or I can sue you for slander.”

Shiyao didn’t mind escalating it. If Qin Wen didn’t feel it a disgrace, Shiyao was willing to fight her to the end.

Being stupid and not as sharp-tongued as Shiyao, Qin Wen was choked by Shiyao’s words in their quarrels, and had no other means but to cry.

The second Mrs. Qin comforted Qin Wen while cursing Shiyao. The crowd sighed that the second Mrs. Qin was so vulgar.

Song Meirong had intended to see Shiyao eating humble pie, but she didn’t expect that both of them couldn’t do anything with Shiyao and ended up shaming the Qin’s.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.