The Mistress Went All Out in Her Face

The evening banquet was less a banquet than a team-building event, attended entirely by employees and management of the Zheng Corporation.

Ning Shile sat in Zheng Ye's office with his chin propped on his hand, muttering inwardly: So how do I tell Zheng Ye that we need to bring his mother another dress?

A dress?

Zheng Ye slowed what he was doing and listened carefully.

That mistress deliberately wore the same thing as his mother. She even tampered with his mother's dress, swapping it for a fake while wearing the genuine one herself.

In front of every employee of the Zheng Corporation, she acted all intimate with Zheng Father and spilled champagne on Zheng Mother, making Zheng Mother absolutely furious.

After hearing this, Zheng Ye looked up. His expression unchanged, he asked casually, "I'm going to have the Butler bring me a few things. Do you need anything?"

Huh? Perfect timing!

Ning Shile's eyes lit up, and he hurried to say, "Nothing for me, but it looks like the weather's changing. Your mother might get cold in her dress, so how about bringing her a coat?"

"Sure." Zheng Ye nodded. "Anything else?"

Pretending to think, Ning Shile rubbed his chin with his little hand. "If we only bring a coat, what if it doesn't match her dress? Why don't we bring her another dress, too?"

Zheng Ye agreed and notified the Butler.

The banquet began at eight that evening. Zheng Ye and Ning Shile arrived a little late, and the moment they stepped inside, they saw Zheng Mother's mother and the mistress standing amid the crowd in identical outfits.

The mistress seemed to be deliberately copying Zheng Mother. From her dress to her shoes, even the way she had pinned up her hair was exactly the same.

At first glance, the two yellow Shu Embroidery dresses looked identical, but a closer look revealed differences in the patterns and stitching. The mistress's dress clearly had finer stitching and more exquisite designs. Even its fabric was far more luxurious than the bright yellow material of Zheng Mother's dress.

The employees stood in corners, whispering as they watched the drama unfold. A short-haired woman wearing glasses said quietly, "Looks like Assistant Wang really is about to become the chairman's wife."

The long-haired woman beside her chuckled. "Probably. Look, she's even wearing the same dress as Mrs. Zheng."

A woman standing in front of them overheard and turned around. "Look closely. Mrs. Zheng's is actually a fake."

"A fake? No way..."

"This dress is from Bolejia's 2024 ultra-luxury collection. There's only one in the world." The woman in front knew luxury goods well. She pointed it out. "Look at the pattern on Mrs. Zheng's dress. The embroidery is visibly stiff. You can tell straight away it's a knockoff."

The others couldn't help pursing their lips at that, their words tinged with envy. "Looks like Assistant Wang has the position of chairman's wife in the bag."

In the bag, my ass! Assistant Wang secretly switched the dresses herself!

Ning Shile looked at Assistant Wang and gave a quiet huff.

After Zheng Mother chose her dress, Zheng Father sent Assistant Wang to arrange the rental.

There's only one of these ultra-luxury dresses in the world, and they generally aren't for sale. After renting it, Assistant Wang kept it for herself and bought Zheng Mother a knockoff.

When Zheng Mother saw the dress on the assistant, she thought Zheng Father had done it deliberately, so she got angry with Zheng Father.

Meanwhile, that idiot Zheng Father thought they'd just happened to wear matching outfits. He even found it amusing!

Suddenly finding himself under fire, Zheng Ye's father gave an inward start. He coughed softly and sheepishly looked away.

He really had thought they'd happened to wear matching outfits. They looked identical from head to toe, like twins. It was rather amusing...

Zheng Ye's mother had indeed thought her husband had done it deliberately and was a little angry with him.

But learning the truth didn't improve her mood much. She snorted coldly and shot her husband a withering look.

What kind of assistant did he hire? Her intentions couldn't be more obvious. Tomorrow, I'm replacing every assistant around him with a man!

Even Zheng Mother didn't feel that was satisfying enough.

No, I'm replacing them all with middle-aged men over forty!

Zheng Ye's mother exhaled, then changed her expression and waved Ning Shile over with a smile. "Lele, what brings you here?"

I was worried about you two!

Hearing that, Zheng Mother felt rather touched. She hadn't expected this boy to care about them so much.

After all, if the Zheng Corporation collapses, I'll lose my job! That's forty million a year!

Zheng Mother's feelings of gratitude stalled halfway. "..."

...Fine, that works too. It's not as if the Zheng Family is short of money.

Ning Shile ran over to Zheng Mother and said sweetly, "Brother Ye told me you were having a banquet tonight, so I thought I'd come join the fun. I'm not intruding, am I?"

"Of course not." She patted his head. "I'm delighted you came."

"I'm delighted to see you too!" Ning Shile had a sweet tongue, and when he looked at someone attentively, his bright, round eyes seemed exceptionally sincere.

Zheng Mother took his hand, her mood improving considerably.

Assistant Wang's attention remained fixed on Zheng Ye's father. Wherever he went, she followed. Seeing him pick up a glass of champagne, she hurried over and asked with a frown, "Are you allowed to drink that?"

The question left Zheng Father baffled. "Huh?"

Assistant Wang acted every inch the rightful wife. Taking the champagne from Zheng Father's hand, she said, "Have you forgotten your last checkup? The doctor told you not to drink."

Assistant Wang was so self-righteous that Zheng Father found himself at a loss.

Wait, even my own wife hasn't said anything. Why is an assistant policing me? And in such a harsh tone, too?

He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Assistant Wang reached out of her own accord. A moment later, her slightly cool hand slid up to Zheng Father's neck.

"!"

Zheng Father stepped back, avoiding her hand, and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"

Assistant Wang seemed not to notice. She reached out again and straightened Zheng Father's tie.

Then she looked up and stepped closer to Zheng Father, staring straight into his eyes without the slightest hesitation. Her voice was soft and gentle. "Chairman Zheng, you need to take better care of your health."

Her hand lingered at Zheng Father's collar, her fingertips tightening slightly. Before Zheng Father could push her away, she immediately stepped back.

Those who witnessed the scene wore knowing expressions. A few of the bolder ones even began hooting.

At this point, who would believe there was nothing going on between them?

Zheng Ye's mother drew a deep breath. Even knowing that her husband had nothing going on with this woman, she still felt awful.

Perhaps not wanting to lose her composure, Zheng Mother told Ning Shile, "I'm going to the restroom."

Ning Shile had only just turned around and hadn't yet answered when she saw Zheng Mother turn and leave.

A server carrying champagne was weaving through the crowd. Zheng Mother was walking so quickly that, in a moment of inattention, the two collided head-on.

Clatter!

The champagne glasses toppled across the tray, spilling all their contents. A fair amount splashed onto Zheng Mother.

The startled server apologized over and over.

Everyone nearby turned to look, their attention drawn by the commotion.

Zheng Mother was already in a bad mood, and now she was even more upset. Her expression darkened considerably, and she headed for the restroom without a word.

Seeing this, Assistant Wang immediately followed.

Is the assistant going to stir up trouble?

Ning Shile kept his eyes on Assistant Wang.

No, I have to go help Zheng Mother.

As though suddenly remembering something, Ning Shile turned to ask Zheng Ye, "Oh, where's the dress we brought for your mother?"

"In the car," Zheng Ye answered. "I'll get it."

"Okay." Ning Shile nodded. "Then I'll go check on her."

Zheng Ye agreed, and they went their separate ways.

Inside the restroom, Zheng Ye's mother was in a more disheveled state than she had ever been.

Champagne ran down her neck and clung to her skin, wet and sticky, making her terribly uncomfortable.

Zheng Mother turned on the faucet and wiped her neck with clean water, but it did nothing to ease the frustration and discomfort in her heart.

"Damn it!" Unable to hold back any longer, Zheng Mother threw her handkerchief onto the counter beside the sink. Her brows knitted, and for once, she struggled to keep her expression under control.