Who made the mistake and who is wronging such a beautiful foot?

  Qiao Yunxue gently covered her mouth, preventing herself from crying out in surprise.

  Luo Shaofan definitely didn't know either that Su Qinglan was actually here. Otherwise, how could he have said those words.

  Take a light step, Qiao Yunxue quietly walked past Su Qinglan's side. It is better to offend a gentleman than to offend a petty person. She tried not to provoke the hornet's nest.

  When passing by Su Qinglan, Qiao Yunxue heard her muttering: "Shao Fan... Shao Fan..."

  Su Qinglan seemed to have not seen Qiao Yunxue at all, biting her lip and standing with the railing. Those eyes stared blankly as they disappeared from view.

  Long skirt fluttering, lonely and desolate flag.

  Qiao Yunxue understood that Su Qinglan's mind was now completely focused on Luo Shaofan. Whether it was for the sake of wealth or for Luo Shaofan himself, Su Qinglan had staked everything on him.

  Ten steps past Su Qinglan, Qiao Yunxue turned sideways, glancing at Su Qinglan.

  Suddenly felt that Su Qinglan was more pitiful than Qiao Yunxue...

  Su Qinglan suddenly stretched out her hand towards the roadside railing and gently shook it, as if fanning herself.

  The weather has cooled down, wearing a long skirt is a bit cold, why are you still fanning... Qiao Yunxue frowned and glanced at her.

  But she soon understood. Su Qinglan was not fanning the wind, but waving at someone. Just a few seconds later, a luxurious black Bentley slowly stopped beside Su Qinglan. The driver was a man in his thirties, who stretched out his long arm and gently opened the car door: "Get in."

  "Bin Li?" Jiao Yunxue was taken aback. She tried to get a good look at the man, but somehow couldn't see him clearly.

  But she knew that wasn't a person from the Luo family. The Luo family didn't like Bentleys. They liked Mercedes, saying that name was auspicious, and the development of their family business was most suitable for the two characters "Benz".

  Su Qinglan would never have been treated that way if she were a rich young lady. Every time she appeared in front of her, it was with a sarcastic face.

  How could Su Qinglan possibly know the man who drives a Koenigsegg?

  Su Qinglan's face was pale as she opened the car door and quietly got in.

  Seemed too sorrowful and powerless, head gently resting on the other's shoulder.

  Qiao Yunxue quickly withdrew her gaze, turned sideways and walked towards the sunset corridor. She walked very fast, as if afraid that Su Qinglan would know that she had just seen the Bentley...

  "Ah Tong is back!" Xia Xin Qin was delighted when she saw her daughter from afar, but upon seeing that she was alone, her brow furrowed, "Where's Rong Qian?"

  "Mom, he's busy." Qiao Yunxue muttered. Her mom was getting more and more biased, always looking forward to Rong Qian coming home but not her.

  Xia Xinqin glanced at her daughter's sulky appearance and smiled: "He may be busy, but he still has to take care of the family. I often see you coming here alone, it seems like there's no attraction at home. I think Rong Qian is okay, how can't you control your eyes?"

  "Mom——" Qiao Yunxue coquettishly said, her tone slightly spoiled.

  Xia Xinqin got goosebumps all over her body, and then joked: "Come to freeload? If you come to freeload, then call Rong Qian over. Girl, even if men and women are equal, they should still take care of their own man's stomach, so that the two can be loving and affectionate. Men, all their lives, only care about two things..."

  "Huh?" Qiao Yunxue was taken aback, "Isn't it just opening your mouth?" How can there be two different ways?

  "A man has two mouths." Xia Xinqin glanced at her daughter, with a profound meaning, "One on top and one below. If you serve both well, he will definitely not want to leave you. He can't bear to part with you during the day, and even more so at night."

  "Mom......" Qiao Yunxue was stunned. Her little face twitched, did this old mom just want her and Rong Qian to be tied up in bed together, doing nothing else?

  "I'll call Rong Qian over and let him come eat." Xia Xinqin indeed went to make the phone call.

  "Mom—" She rushed over, "He's been especially busy these two days, with a lot of social engagements that can't be finished. Don't disturb him."

  "Oh? Social gathering?" Xia Xinqin's face turned serious, "Yatou, what time does he usually come back every night?"

  Qiao Yunxue thought for a moment: "Twelve o'clock two nights ago, one o'clock last night."

  "Really!" Xia Xinqin muttered, "Men can become bad with just one social engagement, let alone such a late one. Girl, you must be careful, is it really a work-related social engagement or something with some woman..."

  Qiao Yunxue quickly flashed past: "Mom, I'm going to Auntie's place." A man still needs self-discipline, a woman can't always follow him around to socialize.

  Mom was overthinking things.

  She also wants to advise everyone not to go to Longteng tomorrow!

  As expected, every family went to thank them, going empty-handed and returning with their hands full of food. Their hands were not enough, she desperately picked up the little treasures from each house and shouted as they passed by a store: "Xingxing, Auntie has candy for you... Yuanyuan, Auntie will hug you, there's candy to eat..."

  The result was terrible, with several households popping out their heads: "Yunxue, when are you going to have a baby?"

  She smiled awkwardly and said, "Uh... Auntie, I'm hungry, I have to hurry back and help my mom with dinner. See you! Thanks, Auntie! Luckily because of you all, I got promoted! When I come back on Saturday, I'll buy some Xu Fu Ji snacks to treat you."

  After finishing speaking, he ran back home in a hurry.

  Alas, shouldn't she just stay at home every day waiting for Mr. Rong to bestow his favors on her and quickly give birth to a baby to comfort everyone's eager hearts...

  Zhang's mother was closest to her own home. She glanced at the three candies in her hand and wondered if she should give them to her well-behaved grandson Yuanyuan to eat.

  What's wrong, why is Yuanyuan sitting on the side of the road crying?

  What's wrong with you, little guy? Qiao Yunxue ran over in a few strides and was about to arrive...

  A woman with a beautiful back walked up to Yuanyuan and stretched out her arm: "Good girl, don't cry, get up!"

  The footsteps stopped abruptly, and Qiao Yunxue's mouth was agape - Zhao Peirong?

  It was indeed Zhao Peirong, with a faint smile on her face. She took Yuan's hand and turned in another direction, smiling slightly: "Rong Qian, let's hurry up, or it will be dark soon. Our director is having a birthday tomorrow, so we must choose a good oil painting today..."

  Zhao Peirong doesn't smile much, but her voice is naturally pleasant and nice to listen to, making her a suitable radio host.

  Rong Qian was indeed on one side, and he softened his face, carefully holding Yuanyuan's small hand, walking towards the painting gallery: "Now it's suitable to buy autumn scenery, it's more seasonal. Go to Xingxing Painting Gallery, the landscape oil paintings there are particularly excellent."

  "Thank you, Rong Qian." Zhao Peirong's pleasant voice came over, "Luckily Rong Qian brought me here, otherwise I wouldn't have known which house to look for..."

  They gradually walked away.

  One man, one woman and one child!

  Rong Qian is handsome and tall, Zhao Peirong has a bit of a cold temperament, but Yuan Yuan is very cute. Although Rong Qian and Zhao Peirong are thirty centimeters apart, they give off the feeling of a family of three.

  Qiao Yunxue stared, feeling a bit dazzling. Suddenly remembering what her mother had just said, she felt depressed without realizing it. From the first day she married him, she said she would give him respect and freedom...

  Is she also restricted by her power as a wife under the AA system?

  Why is Rong Qian always with this woman, even if she's the daughter of the head of the Industrial and Commercial Bureau? If Rong Qian just explained that he's married, Zhao Peirong is a sensible woman, she wouldn't cling to Rong Qian...

  It's all Rong Qian's problem. This warm and gentle man, always doesn't offend anyone. But can't he see Zhao Peirong's loving gaze towards him?

  The more I think about it, the more depressed I become. Qiao Yunxue raised her head and chest, bit her lip, and walked in front of Zhao Peirong with what she thought was her most elegant gait and at a suitable speed, looking calm and composed.

  If Rong Qian dared to pretend she didn't know her, then Zhao Peirong's existence would be a big problem.

  "Yunxue." Rong Qian quickened his pace and tightly grasped her arm.

  Zhao Peirong's face turned a few shades colder, but she was clever enough not to direct her anger at Qiao Yunxue, the person she had acknowledged as her lover. Instead, she stared at Rong Jian in stunned silence.

  Qiao Yunxue turned around.

  Rong Qian's lips curved slightly: "You cook first, I'll come back later to eat. Pei Rong wants to buy a painting, I'll help her pick one and then come."

  "Pei Cui? You're calling out to her so intimately. Can the Director's daughter really be on a first-name basis with her?"

  Pouting her lips, Qiao Yunxue raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly: "No need, you can have dinner with Miss Zhao. I'm taking my parents out to eat today. I got a promotion, so I'll treat them."

  With a stubborn look on her small face, Jing's eyes deepened slightly: "In that case, I'll come over later. Pei Rong may take some time to finish painting, you eat first."

  They left.

  Qiao Yunxue didn't move for a long time. Half a day later, she gritted her teeth: "Stupid Rong Qian!"

  Even swallows know that Zhao Peirong has a crush on him, but this man doesn't understand at all and instead gets closer to Zhao Peirong every time. Is it... he really has feelings for Zhao Peirong? Or is he just a man who cares about fame and fortune, wanting to use Zhao Peirong as a super springboard to leap over the dragon gate?

  The more I think about it, the more depressed I become!

  She changed her mind, raised an eyebrow, and a triumphant smile appeared on her small face. Suddenly, she turned around and followed them from afar.

  She wondered how long that fool Rong Qian would accompany the director's daughter. But she absolutely didn't think of herself as stalking. A broad-minded woman like her wouldn't do such a thing. Only Su Qinglan, that woman, was so insecure about her own man that she hired a private investigator to follow him all the time.

  She was just bored and wanted to see what her husband did after work.

  Rong Qian indeed took Zhao Peirong to Zhang Mama's Xingxing Art Gallery, and they didn't come out for a long time. She stood aside waiting, only seeing Rong Qian occasionally say a few words to Zhao Peirong, being polite and courteous, occasionally revealing a faint smile.

  Zhao Peirong seems no longer so high and mighty, sometimes holding an oil painting, standing close to Rong Qian, appreciating it together.

  Staring at Qiao Yunxue, she curled her lip. Oil painting is even more difficult to understand than Chinese painting, and young people don't like to watch oil paintings. Will Zhao Peirong be able to appreciate it? Maybe, in order to show off in front of Rong Jian, she would pretend to be particularly interested.

  She waited for half an hour. Normally, she wouldn't have found it tiring. But these two days after being promoted to branch manager, she was so happy that she put on her three-inch high heels which she hadn't worn for a long time. The shoes were fine for working in the office, but walking would exhaust her.

  I've already waited for half an hour, of course I'll have to keep waiting. Otherwise she would be at a loss.

  After waiting for another ten minutes, the two of them came out. Zhao Peirong's expression was calm, but her tone revealed delight: "Rong Qian, this oil painting you chose with your masculine taste is indeed extraordinary. Our station head will definitely love it! Thank you!"

  "It's nothing, just a small effort!" Rong Qian nodded modestly, his tall and straight figure standing out, with an indescribable elegance that seemed to stretch on forever.

  "So, to show my gratitude, I'd like to invite you out for a meal." Zhao Peirong said quickly, as if afraid that Rong Qian would refuse, adding another sentence, "My dad will be very happy if he knows that I'm having a meal with you. Rong Qian, will you do me the honor?"

  How shameless, chasing after men!

  Qiao Yunxue supported her legs, bent her waist and sized up Zhao Peirong. This woman was formidable, every step was well-planned, she spoke without revealing any weaknesses, leaving no room for refusal.

  "That's settled then, I'll make a special trip to visit Director Zhao in two days." Yung Chien

  Nodding calmly and unhurriedly.

  "Oh..." Zhao Peirong was somewhat disappointed, but still didn't give up, her voice unexpectedly soft and charming. "Rong Qian, I have a sister who wants to interview you, do a special program on you. If you're willing to grant us an audience, we can find a place to quietly get together and see if we can arrange a time. Rong Qian is such a gentleman, he definitely won't refuse a woman's request."

  What a shameless woman! Everyone has rejected her but she still wants to cling on.

  Qiao Yunxue has a flat mouth. Mr. Rong is an honest and kind old man, but he's a bit annoying...

  "Miss Zhao..." Rong Qian was about to speak, but his eyes flashed and he smiled faintly, "Alright then. Let's go sit on the moon together."

  Qiao Yunxue widened her eyes - Rong Qian, this honest man, actually took Zhao Peirong to the Moonlight Bar?

  "How can such a honest man go to a bar, where is the justice!" She muttered to herself, and suddenly a flame rose in her heart. Originally planning to go back for dinner, she didn't feel hungry anymore, puffed out her chest, full of fighting spirit, and followed him again.

  But they were in a car, and she was on two legs. She couldn't catch up, her high-heeled shoes hurt and were tired, when she arrived at the Moon Bar, she only saw Rong Qian's Audi parked outside. There was no one inside.

  Qiao Yunxue walked into the bar without saying a word. But as soon as she entered, she was hit with the smell of wine from all directions and hesitated. It's better for single women to stay away from this kind of place...

  She turned her body sideways, about to leave, but heard a familiar voice: "Luo Shao..."

  Is it sunny today?

  Qiao Yunxue immediately strode towards the inside. Following the sound, she found her way to one small private room after another, stopping at the fifth one. She pushed open the door and looked through the gap - why was it Fang Qingqing and Luo Shaoban?

  Fang Qing got drunk, Luo Shao Fan didn't get drunk.

  Luo Shaofeng's slender eyes were fixed on his wine cup, calm and profound. But Fang Qinqin...

  Qiao Yunxue wanted to take a step forward and pull Fang Qingqing out. But Fang Qingqing's eyes stopped her in her tracks. It was an infatuated and adoring gaze. The young and beautiful Fang Qingqing looked at Luo Shaofan with a timid glance, as if she wanted to lean into him.

  Fang Qingqing had said that she loved Luo Shaofeng before, and it turned out to be true. Qiao Yunxue understood that whether Fang Qingqing could come out unscathed depended on Luo Shaofeng.

  She couldn't handle this, because Fang Qingqing's admiring gaze... Luo Shaofan didn't need to get her drunk if he wanted his little secretary; just one smile and she would be captivated, completely under his control.

  It's more likely that Fang Qingqing wanted to get Luo Shaofan drunk, but ended up getting drunk herself.

  Qiao Yunxue wanted to slip away quietly.

  But her eyes suddenly froze...

  Luo Shaofan stretched out his long arm, and with the tip of his finger, gently lifted up Fang Qingqing's clothes. The icy skin of the young woman glowed in the light. Fang Qingqing's big eyes stared straight at the man in front of her, shining with delight.

  She can finally get Su Qinglan's man...

  Fang Qingqing stretched out her hands, trembling slightly as she reached for him. But when she got close to Luo Shaobai, he suddenly stood up and pushed her away with his palm, causing Fang Qingqing to fall to the ground.

  Luo Shaofan stepped over her and walked out.

  "Why?" Fang Qingqing asked, trembling.

  Lu Shao Fan didn't turn around, still aloof and proud. His voice was cold and detached: "I love power, I love money, I love women, but not you. If I were so shallow and frivolous, that silly girl wouldn't have followed me for eight years..."

  Qiao Yunxue didn't listen and ran away. Rong Qian also gave up, letting her follow Zhao Peirong instead. She went back to her mother's house to make the bed.

  She walked softly towards Oil Painting Village after leaving the bar. Too shocked by Fang Qingqing's actions, she even forgot to take a ride and walked while lost in thought. But as soon as she thought of the Audi outside the bar, she still felt unconvinced and turned back again.

  Ouch, my foot hurts!

  She stood beside the Audi and suddenly slapped her forehead. Rong Qian and Zhao Peirong were just walking out of the Moon Bay Coffee shop next door...

  She got it completely wrong. They were going to Moon Bay Coffee House, not Moon Bar...

  How embarrassing! She slipped away in embarrassment.

  When she looked back, Audi had already turned onto the road and was driving very slowly. The car was in front of her, otherwise, she would have thought that Rong Qian was following her.

  Fortunately, it's not far from here to Shui Xiang Hua Yuan. It only took ten minutes to get there. She almost crawled home and vowed never to wear such high heels again.

  He had just arrived home when Rong Qian returned. He put down the things in his hands, turned around, and gazed at the lackluster little woman with a hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

  He walked over with big strides.

  Qiao Yunxue gazed at him vigilantly.

  Her eyes sparkled with a special light, and she elegantly crouched down, her slender fingers gently grasping her white ankle, exerting a slight force, the three-inch high leather sandals finally left her ankles.

  He grasped her slender foot, his humble and long eyes fell on her swollen ankle, as if measuring a work of art, his gaze was like a burning fire...

  She felt uneasy: "Rong Qian..."

  "Next time I think about checking if I've derailed, my wife remembers not to wear high heels, it hurts! It's a pity such beautiful feet." Zong Qian sincerely suggested.

  "Ah——" Please forgive her for not understanding.

  "Be more gentle: wearing hiking boots will make you faster and won't lose your husband."

  Qiao Yunxue wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it...