Shen Jiayue was thrown onto the roadside like a piece of trash. She wasn't taken away with Shen Youling. Stumbling all the way home, her heart was still pounding in terror.
"Jiayue, look! This is the invitation Chairman Wei's people sent over!"
"It's all thanks to you asking the Wang Family's second young master for help. Otherwise, how could we ever qualify to attend such a high-class banquet?"
Shen Xin and Dong Mingfeng were beaming, treasuring the invitation as if it were a priceless gem they couldn't bear to put down.
"Where's Youling? Did she already go book a room with the second young master of the Wang Family?" Lu Zizheng asked, feigning nonchalance.
The thought of Shen Youling being taken by that country bumpkin, Lin Tang, only to be bullied by that ugly Wang Shouzhen right after, made him deeply uncomfortable. At the same time, a wicked thought began to stir.
Since she's a fallen woman now, couldn't I get a taste too?
