After the divorce, a wealthy lady confessed her feelings and pursued me
Chapter 335 - 170: Carrying Shumei into the Bedroom (Must See!)_3

Chapter 335: Chapter 170: Carrying Shumei into the Bedroom (Must See!)_3

Jiang Yilan teased, "You need to have some ambition."

"I have no ambition, but since Gao has cooked for me before and now he’s bought me a bag, from now on he’s my brother-in-law and you’re my sister, and you two have to look out for me!" Han Yuanyuan affirmed their relationship.

At this moment, Gao Yingying raised her head and looked at Gao Jun, "Daddy, I also want to buy a bag."

Gao Jun smiled, "You are still so young, what kind of bag do you want to buy?"

"I don’t care, I want to buy a bag too." Gao Yingying pouted, "Miss Jiang and the others all have bags, I want one too."

Jiang Yilan immediately said, "Yingying, how about I go with you to buy a bag? Let’s get a children’s version."

"Okay!~"

Seeing that the three women were happy, Gao Jun felt he had fulfilled his duties.

Although this trip to the mall cost a small fortune on bags and cosmetics,

compared to the Bentley, this amount of money was nothing.

Since Jiang Yilan was going to take Gao Yingying to buy a small backpack, Gao Jun left the mall.

Meanwhile, because Lin Beishan had left his briefcase at home, he asked Zhou Shumei to take it to the company.

Carrying the briefcase, Zhou Shumei arrived at the reception desk and asked, "Where is President Lin?"

The receptionist was a new employee and curiously said, "What do you need from President Lin? Not just anyone can meet with him."

When Qiao Meiying saw Zhou Shumei, she immediately walked over and scolded her front desk colleague, "Ya, what are you doing? This lady is President Lin’s wife."

The front desk employee realized her mistake and became flustered, quickly apologizing, "I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Mrs. President Lin."

Qiao Meiying then walked up to Zhou Shumei, smiling, "Mrs. President Lin, I am President Lin’s secretary. You must have seen me before; my name is Meiying."

Zhou Shumei looked at the young and beautiful Qiao Meiying, feeling somewhat uncomfortable inside.

She knew this woman was the mistress.

But there was no evidence.

And even if there was evidence, it was useless.

Could she possibly make Lin Beishan leave without a penny?

Qiao Meiying, meanwhile, was sizing up Zhou Shumei.

She had to admit that Zhou Shumei still maintained a good figure.

Even at her age, she might not be able to look like her.

But times change, and in the end, these men inevitably turn their attention to younger girls.

The collagen on her own face was the best proof.

Therefore, Qiao Meiying could not help but stand tall and proud, showing off her own charm.

She looked at the briefcase in Zhou Shumei’s hand and then asked, "This must be the briefcase President Lin needs, right, Mrs. President Lin? Why don’t you give it to me, and I’ll pass it on to President Lin for you?"

Although Zhou Shumei felt discontent, she eventually handed over the briefcase to Qiao Meiying, maintaining a calm and peaceful façade as she said, "Then I’ll trouble the secretary."

Afterwards, she turned and left.

Once she was gone, the front desk colleague finally exhaled, "That scared me to death."

Qiao Meiying rolled her eyes at her and said frowning, "Ya, you need to be more careful in the future, or you might lose your job in a heartbeat."

Ya gratefully said, "Really, I owe you big time, Meiying. Let me buy you a milk tea later. But speaking of it, Mrs. President Lin really takes good care of herself, right? I mean, she doesn’t look her age, certainly doesn’t seem like someone in her forties."

Qiao Meiying, however, snorted coldly, "Old is old no matter how well you maintain yourself; it’s useless. Once it slackens, no matter how hard you try to tighten it, it’s still going to be loose."

Having said that, she left with the briefcase.

Ya naturally knew what Qiao Meiying meant by her words.

She whispered to herself in disdain, "Aren’t you just taking advantage of being young yourself? Just age a few more years—no, make that just two more years. If President Lin tires of you, see if he doesn’t kick you out with one swift kick."

On the other hand, she felt sympathy for Mrs. President Lin.

"That’s how it is being the wife in a wealthy family, with her husband messing around outside, but she’s helpless. Well, as long as she has money, she shouldn’t worry too much about it.

"Better think about my own confirmation next month."

...

Zhou Shumei walked out of the company feeling deeply wronged.

She looked back at the towering skyscraper, feeling insignificant for a moment.

So she got in her car and drove toward home.

Perhaps it was her feelings of resentment, but she inexplicably contacted Gao Jun again.

When Gao Jun found out that Zhou Shumei had been mocked by her husband’s secretary, he immediately asked, "What’s the name of that company? I’ll do some snooping."

Zhou Shumei replied, "No need, just chat with me for a bit, and I’ll be satisfied."

"Okay."

So they chatted for a while.

Meanwhile, Zhou Shumei arrived back home. Looking around the empty house and listening to the voice coming from Gao Jun on the phone, she cautiously asked, "Little brother, can you come over to my place?"

"Okay."

With one word, Gao Jun immediately excited Zhou Shumei.

Zhou Shumei looked down at her clothes and immediately turned to go to her room.

Before long, Gao Jun arrived at the door and rang the doorbell.

When Zhou Shumei opened the door, Gao Jun greeted her with a smile, "Shumei."

His gaze then fell upon Zhou Shumei, who was wearing a deep-red silk camisole nightgown.

There were voluptuous peaks and valleys in sight.

A stark white expanse.

And, if Gao Jun’s experience was anything to go by, it was very likely she was going commando.

Because there were obvious protruding features.

Gao Jun then closed the door behind him.

He immediately embraced Zhou Shumei and headed straight for the bedroom.

Zhou Shumei’s face flushed, and as she leaned on Gao Jun’s shoulder, she anticipated what was to come...