C11 Chapter 11

Qiu Anan blinked. She didn’t want to, but with the man on the verge of losing his temper, she could only lower her eyes and climb back into the car.

She didn’t go home. Instead, she was taken by Luh Yubai to Luh’s.

Staring at the closed conference room doors, Anan couldn’t help feeling bored. After being married to Luh Yubai for so many years, she rarely came to Luh’s—not only because he didn’t like it, but also because there was a woman here she really didn’t want to run into...

“Miss Qiu, you’re here again to bring Mr. Luh lunch?”

The two secretaries outside the CEO’s office greeted the woman walking toward them with bright enthusiasm. Anan, who’d been reading a magazine with her head down, paused. A bitter, self-mocking smile tugged at her lips.

From the moment she walked in, no one had even offered her a cup of hot tea. No one seemed to know she was Mr. Luh’s lawful wife. Yet when Qiu Jingya showed up, everyone practically fell over themselves to fawn on her.

“Is Yubai in a meeting?” Jingya asked with a gentle smile. Her delicate, doe-eyed look made her seem refined and fragile. She glanced at the tightly shut door, then casually swept her gaze over to the sofa—and noticed Anan.

“Miss Qiu is here too?”

Anan’s sarcasm deepened. She looked at Jingya, who carried herself like she owned the place, and let out a faint, amused laugh before replying bluntly, “Miss Qiu, I have a marriage license with Luh Yubai.”

In an instant, Jingya’s expression changed—along with the two secretaries behind her. Ever since the CEO had brought this unfamiliar woman in, they’d been guessing what her relationship to him was, but it never occurred to them to connect her with the Mrs. Luh at home.

Wasn’t it common knowledge that Mrs. Luh had nothing but a title, that the CEO didn’t like her at all? That the only person in his heart was Miss Qiu? Everyone had assumed Mrs. Luh must be plain, someone who couldn’t possibly show her face in public.

But the woman in front of them had bright eyes and perfect teeth, her gaze clear and striking—nothing like the crude, unpresentable figure they’d imagined.

Qiu Anan just smiled and looked at Qiu Jingya, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Miss Qiu, you really don’t let a little bad weather change your plans. But my Yubai doesn’t really like cold food, does he?”

My Yubai.

That blunt claim made Qiu Jingya’s face tighten. She could tell herself all day that she didn’t mind another woman around the man she loved—but that was only easy when that woman wasn’t right in front of her. Now Qiu Anan had shown up openly, wearing a smug expression as she staked her claim.

In an instant, Qiu Jingya finally dropped the act, her voice turning icy. “Why are you clinging to Yubai? You went to all this trouble to get everything—so what did you actually gain, Miss Qiu? You’re obsessed.”

To everyone listening, it sounded like the classic story: a ruthless woman stealing a good woman’s man. And Qiu Anan, of course, was cast as the vicious other woman, the one ruining the beautiful romance between Miss Jingya and the CEO.

Qiu Anan was so angry she almost laughed. She looked at Qiu Jingya’s “regretful” expression, her own voice turning colder by the second. “So that’s where we are now—side chicks are this bold?”

Qiu Anan had never been a saint. If the other woman was going to push her luck, there was no way she was swallowing that. She stood up abruptly, smiling without any warmth. “Miss Jingya, I may not be some perfect society lady, but my mom taught me this: a woman should have some self-respect. If you know someone’s married, you don’t go throwing yourself at him.”

Qiu Jingya’s face went stark white, and she stumbled back a step on instinct. But Qiu Anan kept closing in, domineering and unyielding. “Then again, maybe you don’t care. Because when someone has no shame, they’re unstoppable.”