The Heartless, Cheating Scumbag Woman in a Female-Dominated World (3)

Rong Chao gripped the lipstick tightly, but the moment Jiang Xuefu came over, his face returned to normal.

"Where's the sauce my dad brought from his hometown last time? It's really good with congee. Would you like some?"

Rong Chao forced a slight smile and casually slipped the lipstick into his pocket. "It's in the cupboard. I'll find it for you. I ate a little too much at dinner, so I won't have any now."

Jiang Xuefu nodded, completely oblivious to the look on his face.

That night, after another bout of lovemaking, the man's face was hard to make out in the pitch-dark room. He lay on his side, facing Jiang Xuefu.

"Fufu, my eldest brother is coming over tomorrow. I'll bring you lunch."

All these years, Rong Feng, the eldest brother, had been learning to run the family restaurant. The Rong Family's mother and father had passed all their culinary skills on to him. His dishes were exceptionally delicious and distinctive, beyond even the skills of five-star chefs outside.

Jiang Xuefu especially loved Rong Feng's cooking. Whenever she ate it, she could finish an extra bowl of rice.

Seeing how much his wife liked it, Rong Chao had thought about learning too.

Everyone else in the family was a chef, yet it was as if he hadn't unlocked the cooking skill at all. Everything he made was either too salty or too bland, and it didn't look good either. After a few attempts, he gave up.

In any case, the family had servants, so he didn't need to cook.

At Rong Chao's words, Jiang Xuefu murmured an assent in the darkness, then turned over and wrapped her arms around him. "All right, go to sleep. If your brother's coming tomorrow, you won't be able to sleep in."

As always, her voice was gentle and coaxing. Breathing in her scent, Rong Chao couldn't help feeling the very tip of his heart grow hot.

After all their years together, his love hadn't diminished in the slightest. Instead, it had gradually deepened with each passing day.

But why did those low-class little sluts always have to come between us?

At noon the next day, Meng Yun shyly knocked on the door of Jiang Xuefu's office, carrying a lunchbox he had brought from home.

"President Jiang, I made this myself..."

The young man's clear voice came to an abrupt halt.

Jiang Xuefu wasn't alone in the office. A man was sitting with her.

Though he wore a simple white shirt, the man had an outstanding air about him. His open, handsome features were like a snow lotus on Tianshan: cold and breathtakingly beautiful, pure without a trace of impurity, yet tinged with an aloofness that made him seem out of reach.

Sharp-eyed Meng Yun spotted the silver ring on the ring finger of the man's left hand. It was identical to the one Jiang Xuefu wore.

When he knocked and entered, the two people eating looked up at him at the same time.

Jiang Xuefu's expression didn't change. She glanced at him once, then looked away, as though he really were just an ordinary employee. In a businesslike tone, she asked, "Xiao Meng? Did you need something?"

The expression on Meng Yun's delicate face stiffened slightly, and he looked faintly aggrieved. "I came to thank you for taking me home last night, President Jiang. I made these dishes myself and thought you might like to try them."

"I didn't realize you were already eating, President Jiang. I won't disturb you, then."

With that, Meng Yun stepped back and started to leave, only for Rong Chao to call him back.

"Xiao Meng, was it? My wife mentioned you yesterday. If you don't mind, you can come eat with us."

At first hearing, there was nothing wrong with those words, but to Meng Yun, they were a blatant provocation.

Damn old man. It wasn't enough to monopolize President Jiang's mealtime; now he had to show off in front of me too.

So what if he met President Jiang a little earlier? What's so great about that? If I'd been born a few years earlier, Rong Chao wouldn't have stood a chance.

Meng Yun reluctantly agreed. Hmph, fine, I'll eat. Rounded up, it still counts as having a meal with President Jiang.

Once the young man sat down, Rong Chao finally gave the boy in front of him a proper look.

He wasn't as good-looking as Rong Chao, nor did he have as good a figure. His greatest advantage was probably the vigor and fearlessness unique to youth.

A faint bitterness welled up in Rong Chao's heart. Yes, I'm already twenty-seven this year. Did my wife find such a young boy because she thought I was too old?

"What are you thinking about? Eat up, or it'll all get cold." Seeing that he hadn't picked up his chopsticks, Jiang Xuefu put a piece of chicken on his plate and gently reminded him.

The woman looked perfectly at ease, utterly unaware that she was in a shura field.

But even if she were exposed, Jiang Xuefu probably wouldn't reflect on her actions in the slightest.

Women, honestly, what's wrong with keeping a man for a little fun? What successful woman doesn't keep the red flag flying at home while colorful flags flutter outside?

I have my fun too, but I don't flaunt it in front of Rong Chao. That already puts me above ninety-nine percent of women, so how am I not a good woman?

Jiang Xuefu's reminder brought Rong Chao back to his senses.

He curled his lips in a faint smile and glanced shyly at Jiang Xuefu, as though reminding her that they weren't alone.

Watching from across the table, Meng Yun felt a fire rise in his heart. Ugly as sin. That smile is disgusting. One day I'll tear that face apart and see how you smile then!

He hadn't been out in the working world for long and still wasn't very good at hiding his feelings. Every bit of what was going through Meng Yun's mind was plain to Rong Chao.

A trace of mockery and disdain entered the man's smile as he struck up a conversation with natural ease. "Xiao Meng, you look quite young. Did you just graduate?"

With Jiang Xuefu watching from the side, Meng Yun couldn't very well refuse to answer. Before long, Rong Chao had coaxed all the information he wanted out of him.

Little boys his age were far too easy to handle.

They thought themselves so impressive, but in truth they were nothing but fools.

After lunch, Rong Chao stayed at the company for a while longer, leaving with the lunchboxes in the afternoon.

Rong Chao had barely left when Meng Yun came in, looking thoroughly aggrieved.

"President Jiang, why did you let him come to the company? Don't let him come again, okay?"

A flicker of impatience flashed through Jiang Xuefu's eyes. Meng Yun's looks could only be called delicately pretty, and she hadn't liked him all that much to begin with.

She had simply grown used to lavish feasts and occasionally wanted some plain congee and side dishes for a change. Meng Yun happened to be that little side dish.

It would be best if he behaved. If he didn't, Jiang Xuefu wouldn't mind dumping him in the slightest.

"President Jiang, pay attention to me~" Seeing that Jiang Xuefu said nothing, Meng Yun felt even more aggrieved. He pouted and leaned in, wanting to kiss her beautiful, rosy lips.

Jiang Xuefu tilted her head slightly to avoid his touch. Under the young man's puzzled gaze, she said calmly, "Xiao Yun, behave. We're at the company. I don't want a third person to know about us."

Her words were undeniably heartless, but she was so close that Meng Yun couldn't even take his eyes off her face.

It wasn't until a good while later that Meng Yun belatedly realized what she had said.

This was Meng Yun's first relationship, and he didn't think he had done anything wrong. What was wrong with not wanting to see that old man? He already felt terribly aggrieved that he was willing to be the third party for the sake of love.

"He shouldn't have come in the first place. I just don't want to see him at the company. He's disgusting!"

"Meng Yun." Jiang Xuefu raised her voice and rebuked him coldly. "If you can't do that, then don't come looking for me again."