Everyone at Yao Weiqiang's table was a friend in the public sector whom he had only recently met.
Yao Weiqiang had brought Lang Jiahui along to meals with them before, so everyone knew her.
Now they saw Lang Jiahui coming to eat with a handsome man behind Yao Weiqiang's back, chatting and laughing with him.
Their eyes involuntarily turned toward Yao Weiqiang's slightly balding head, searching for a trace of the cuckold's green hat.
"We couldn't get a table at Yulong. I happened to be out shopping around here with Xiaomeng, so we came over for a quick bite."
Although Lang Jiahui felt a little awkward, that was all.
She felt no guilt or anything of the sort, much less any panic.
The worst outcome would simply be a breakup, and she didn't care at all.
"Oh, I was wondering..."
After a fierce internal struggle, Yao Weiqiang quickly let it go, and a smile appeared on his face.
Given what he had to offer, Lang Jiahui was the best match he could get.
If he fell out with Lang Jiahui and broke up with her, he would struggle to find someone as beautiful as her with such a well-off family.
Besides, Jiahui was explaining herself to him, which meant she still cared about his feelings!
It was broad daylight, and Lin Zhe had his girlfriend with him. Surely the three of them wouldn't go to a hotel to play cards?
He must have been overthinking it!
"Yao, we're pretty much done eating. Keep your girlfriend company. We'll head back first."
"I've got something to take care of at home, so I need to go too."
"My girlfriend's getting off work soon. I'm driving over to pick her up."
The three men at Yao Weiqiang's table knew how to read the