My Hubby Can't Stop Pampering Me

Chapter 803: Chapter 805: Capturing X (9)

“I’ll take you home,” he said.

His demeanor was calm, his expression cold, devoid of the warmth and geniality he had just shown when speaking with Fang Rushuang, and absent the teasing tone he had employed with the woman in red. To him, it was as if she truly was an unrelated passerby.

Oh, not quite. If she really were just a passerby, he probably wouldn’t spare her a glance. He still “pitied” her, after all. She was the poor little thing who had been abandoned by his brother, the ex-girlfriend now shunned by her wealthy father after her parents’ divorce.

Right, Cai Yiren, Bai Changyou, they’ve happily joined forces. Cai Yiren herself has also successfully ascended the ranks. It seems like she’s about to completely take over my place, ready to visit the Qin Family tomorrow, in love and in sync with Bai Changyou.

They’re going to be family from now on.

Oh, and let’s not forget Fang Rushuang. Isn’t her father Bai Changyou’s close ally? Great, now the two “sisters-in-law” can get along well in the future. After all, they are “comrades” from the same camp.

What is she then? She’s just a lonely soul.

Even for her mother’s medical expenses, she swallowed her pride and went to beg for money, only to be met not by Bai Changyou, but sent away by Fang Zheng with a mere three hundred thousand. Meanwhile, Fang Zheng had the audacity to buy a Patek Philippe worth a million or eight hundred thousand.

She isn’t a fool. She knew Fang Zheng used to wear a Rolex Submariner “Hulk” worth two hundred thousand, and she hadn’t heard of him doing any big deal that shocked the nation, earning him millions in commission, enough to switch to a luxury watch of such value. The only explanation she could think of was that he must have received a hefty sum from her parents’ divorce.

Neither she nor her mother were money-grubbers; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been content with just an old house and so little money after the divorce. It’s not that they didn’t love money, but now it was about life-saving funds. To think that they were profiteering from such unscrupulous gains, weren’t they afraid of having nightmares!

Lu Weixi had never liked Qin Zhiyou, coming over only because she heard him on the phone with Fang Rushuang. The call didn’t improve her mood; it only made her even angrier.

She never had much of a liking for Qin Zhiyou to begin with, fully aware that although he liked to flirt and provoke her, it was just his way of chasing skirts. One could tell from the way he treated Fang Rushuang what really mattered to him.

To Qin Zhiyou, she used to be the girlfriend of a brother he loathed; he might as well tease her to irritate his brother. In his eyes, she probably ranked close to the woman in red clinging to him.

Why should Qin Zhiyou take her home? Couldn’t she hail a cab by herself? She took out her phone, feeling a slight dizziness in her eyes.

She’d drunk two bottles of hard liquor, and her alcohol tolerance was poor. She had already been teetering on the verge of collapse, not to mention the cocktail she had was spiked. The only reason she hadn’t lost her composure until now was sheer defiance and a touch of rage.

But as she took out her phone to call a cab, her brain spun. Whether it was from drinking too much or something else, her fingers continually missed the marks, especially when trying to enter the address. Her previous locations would either be the Bai Family mansion, where she originally lived, or the Qin Family residence; her current old house required a new input.

She input for what felt like forever, only to feel waves of dizziness clouding her brain. Forget typing the right words—it seemed like everything around her was spinning.