C6 This Was Called Having a Mistress

"Go if you want to," Yichen said in a doting tone.

Qier leaned in and gave Yichen a quick kiss on the cheek. "Yichen, you're too good to me."

Everyone around them was taken aback, eyes wide, following the couple closely.

In a corner of the living room, a tall man in a black suit held a wine glass, his gaze narrowing dangerously as he watched Yichen and Qier. However, when his eyes shifted to Wanxing, they softened noticeably.

He hesitated for a moment, then casually followed the crowd that was gathering to watch the scene unfold.

"Wanxing, it's been a while. Why are you standing here all alone?" Qier asked, her arm linked with Yichen's, her demeanor open and friendly.

Well, you're holding my husband's hand, so naturally, I'm left standing here alone.

Despite having mentally prepared herself, Wanxing struggled to maintain her composure. She slowly put down her glass, her hand trembling slightly with anger. "Do you need something?"

"Yichen, Wanxing seems upset to see me. Could it be she's still holding a grudge about what happened in the restroom the other day?" Qier said innocently, deliberately bringing up the incident where she claimed Wanxing had hit her.

Mu Wanxing's face turned pale. Although she knew Kin Qier wasn't here with good intentions, she had underestimated her, as Qier continually redefined Wanxing's understanding of malice.

With so many people watching, Wanxing realized that her elegant outfit today was practically an invitation for humiliation.

As expected, Soong Yichen's expression darkened even further. "Mu Wanxing, Qier is being gracious and not making a fuss, yet you're giving attitude to whom?"

Wanxing was taken aback by his blatant favoritism and, knowing she couldn't compete with Kin Qier, turned her head, ready to leave.

But Kin Qier loudly interjected, "Wanxing, your hand is shaking. Let me hold your wine glass for you, so you don't drop it."

As she spoke, she reached out.

"No need," Wanxing declined.

"Don't be so polite with me."

Qier snatched the wine glass and, pretending to be clumsy, spilled the wine all over Wanxing's sleeve.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I just wanted to help with the glass. Your sleeve is wet; let me wipe it for you," Qier said, feigning distress.

Before Wanxing could react, Qier had tugged down her sleeve. The dress, already off-the-shoulder, now exposed her shoulder and the adhesive covering her chest.

Most notably, the large dark mole on her arm stood out starkly against her fair skin, highlighting both beauty and imperfection to the extreme.

Gasps echoed around them. Mu Wanxing hurriedly tried to pull up her slipping dress, while Kin Qier secretly tugged against her efforts.

Mu Wanxing was furious. "Kin Qier, if you're not feeling well, why don't you just stay home? Let go!"

Why unleash a mad dog to bite people?

Kin Qier put on a pitiful face. "Yichen, people around me never treat me like I'm sick. They're all worried I'll feel inferior."

"Soong Yichen's face darkened as he scolded, "Mu Wanxing, I think you're the one with issues. Hasn't anyone taught you manners and self-respect?"

"Maybe you're the one lacking manners and self-respect! What kind of man doesn't protect his own wife?"

A voice suddenly came from behind. Soong Yichen turned with an unfriendly expression, meeting the gaze of an unfamiliar man.

"Who are you?" Soong Yichen raised an eyebrow.

The man didn't bother to answer. He brushed past Soong Yichen, walked up to Mu Wanxing, and quickly took off his black suit jacket, draping it over her shoulders.

Mu Wanxing felt utterly humiliated, as if she had nowhere to hide and would never be able to face anyone again. But as the jacket settled on her, a warmth spread through her.

She looked up and saw a tall, unfamiliar man standing before her. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her, but he seemed like a god descending from the heavens, so strikingly handsome that he made Soong Yichen seem ordinary by comparison.

"Thank you." In her current predicament, Wanxing couldn't muster a pleasant expression.

"Go change your clothes. I'll take you to the dressing room," the man said gently.

Eager to leave, Wanxing nodded quickly.

"Make way, please," the man gestured to the onlookers.

"Where are you taking her? She's Mrs. Soong!" Yichen felt his pride was being challenged.

"Miss Mu, come with me." The man didn't spare Yichen a glance, raising his hand to take Wanxing's wrist, guiding her away. His choice of address was a subtle challenge to Yichen.

Wanxing had always been conservative, never having physical contact with any man other than Yichen. But now, driven by a desire to spite Yichen, she let the man lead her.

While others deliberately called her Mrs. Soong to remind her of the humiliating title, this man called her Miss Mu. Whether intentional or not, she appreciated it.

Qier's expression changed subtly the moment she saw the man. She didn't want Yichen to publicly confront him over Wanxing, giving the impression he cared about her. She tugged at Yichen, "Yichen, I'm not feeling well. Can you help me sit over there?"

"Sure." Yichen immediately forgot about Wanxing.

Mu Wanxing didn't change her clothes; she stepped out of the hall, intending to return the suit jacket to the stranger.

"Keep it on. Your dress is torn, and you might have a wardrobe malfunction," the man advised.

Reluctantly, Wanxing gave up the idea.

"Are you heading home now, or...?" the man asked.

"I'm planning to go home. My clothes..." Wanxing admitted.

"Wait a moment, I'll drive you," the man offered.

Wanxing wasn't used to accepting favors from strangers. "Thanks, but I have my own car."

"Alright then," the man didn't insist.

"How should I return your jacket?" Wanxing inquired.

"Just drop it off at this café whenever it's convenient for you..." the man mentioned a name.

Wanxing noted it mentally, nodded in farewell, and went outside to hail a cab. She had arrived in Yichen's car and didn't have his keys.

To her surprise, shortly after she got home and finished her shower, Yichen was already there.

"You embarrassed me today!" Yichen accused as soon as he saw her. "Who was that guy? When did you start seeing him? Don't forget you're still Mrs. Soong!"

Wanxing was furious. "You remember I'm Mrs. Soong, huh? What did you do in front of everyone? How dare you turn it around on me?"

"What did I do?" Yichen retorted confidently. "Everyone on Cloud Island knows about my relationship with Qier, and you were the one who broke us up. But you, flirting with another man in public, that's what we call cheating."

Mu Wanxing was momentarily speechless, feeling it was pointless to argue further as it wouldn't benefit her. Her eyes shifted to the stranger's suit jacket. She decided to find a bag to put it in and take it to the dry cleaners the next day. The suit was clearly a high-end, custom-made piece, now tainted with the scent of red wine from her.

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