"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. But that bitch deserves a little punishment. Seriously, is there no justice in this world anymore? Stupid slut, I'm just waiting to see her crash and burn!"
Mo Wenwan felt secretly delighted, but on the surface, she put on an extremely worried expression.
"I'm not going to the wedding, it'd only put me in a bad mood."
"You're not going? That's a shame. But I have to see the show for myself."
She stared at the gilded invitation card and sneered coldly. That wedding would certainly be very lively!
The online gossip had reached Qin Miaomiao as well—especially the posts sympathizing with President Qin, which had even climbed to the top of trending topics.
"This is too much, Young Madam. Shouldn't you just reveal your identity directly? That way, people would stop speculating. What even is this nonsense? Some are saying our Young Master Lu is heartless and abandoned someone."
