Beijing Marriage Entanglement

Jiang Wenzhao was completely confused.

"So what exactly is their relationship?"

"It's very simple, they are..."

Xu Zhiwei paused, then suddenly realized something and asked Jiang Wenzhao in return.

"Xingci didn't tell you, did she? Then I definitely can't tell you either."

Before Jiang Wenzhao could ask any further questions, Xu Zhiwei hung up the phone.

Jiang Wenzhao: ...

After much hesitation, Jiang Wenzhao still didn't have the courage to ask Lu Xingci.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Shen Yu had already driven Lu Xingci to the private club.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Lu Xingci's gaze swept over the luxurious decor of the club.

"Let me introduce you to some friends."

"You mean Duan Lingfeng and his group? I know them."

Shen Yu smiled, a sweet smile spreading across his lips.

"They're here too, but it's not just them tonight; there are some other friends as well."

Lu Xingci didn't understand why he suddenly wanted to introduce her to his friends.

"Of course, because you are now my legal wife, Mrs. Shen."

All the people I usually hang out with are here tonight. You can add them on WeChat later; it'll be easier to check up on them later.

Lu Xingci pursed his lips and muttered something under his breath.

"Who cares about checking up on you? I'm not that petty."

Despite saying that, Shen Yu's open introduction of her to his friends and his willingness to openly discuss checking up on her greatly pleased her.

Pushing open the door, the inside was already quite lively.

Upon her arrival, everyone turned to look at the door and shouted in unison.

"Hello, sister-in-law!"

This display of force startled Lu Xingci, causing him to instinctively take a step back.

But the next second, Shen Yu put his arm around her waist and led her inside.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Lu Xingci frowned deeply. "Why are there so many people?"

I thought there would be at most seven or eight, but when I looked into the private room, there were at least twenty or thirty, not including the female companions they brought.

Shen Yu introduced her to everyone one by one, and it took half an hour to get to know them all.

Finally, Shen Yu put his arm around her waist, raised his wine glass, and spoke solemnly.

"Now that you've met the person and added her on WeChat, remember to transfer the wedding gift to my wife's account if you're due to give a gift."

This remark caused a burst of laughter, and some people echoed it.

"Don't worry, I'll transfer it right now!"

Some people made jokes.

"Brother Yu, this won't do! How come you've become so henpecked after getting married? You're not going to be broke by the end, are you?"

Shen Yu smiled and turned his head to look at Lu Xingci beside him, asking her jokingly.

"Honey, they say you don't even give me 200 yuan. Now, in front of them, tell me, how much pocket money are you going to give me each month from now on?"

Being called "wife" made Lu Xingci feel a little uncomfortable, and a shy blush unconsciously rose on her cheeks.

Her voice was soft and sweet, and she joined in the jokes with everyone.

"One hundred and ninety."

Shen Yu pouted, looking pitiful.

"Seriously, honey? You're being way too controlling."

"It depends on how you perform."

Shen Yu leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

"I'll definitely do my best tonight and make sure you're satisfied."

Alarm bells rang in Lu Xingci's mind, his pupils widened instantly, and he hurriedly explained.

"I did not mean that……"

Shen Yu pinched her earlobe and spoke in a wanton and unrestrained manner.

"It's too late to say no now."

A group of people were playing ball, cards, singing, and games in a private room at the club, creating a lively atmosphere.

Lu Xingci was also pulled to sit on the sofa by Meng Shu, where he was surrounded by a group of girls chatting.

"Your skin is so nice! What skincare products do you usually use?"

"I heard you're a fashion designer? Wow, you're so talented!"

"Congratulations, Mrs. Shen! When are you having your wedding?"

"Where is Mrs. Shen from? Judging from her accent, she doesn't seem to be from Beijing."

Everyone chatted and asked questions, and Lu Xingci answered calmly, occasionally exchanging pleasantries and jokes, creating a harmonious and pleasant atmosphere.

Just then, Duan Lingfeng walked up to Shen Yu with his phone in hand, looking smug.

"Brother Yu, look, who did I see on the security camera at the Evening Breeze Bar?"

The person in the surveillance footage was clearly Song Qinghui. He was dressed very formally, as if he were going to a banquet.

The man was in a hurry, moving back and forth between the private rooms, as if he were looking for someone.

Meanwhile, in the surveillance footage, he was being blocked by several security personnel.

Seeing this, Shen Yu burst out laughing.

"Is this person's brain filled with soybean dregs? How can they run a company if they're so easily fooled?"

A wicked smile played on Duan Lingfeng's lips.

"Oh, so it was you who caught that fish, Brother Yu. What do you plan to do with it now?"

Duan Lingfeng knew more or less about what happened at last night's awards ceremony.

Even after a night of fermentation, the online buzz did not decrease but increased, clearly indicating that someone was manipulating public opinion behind the scenes.

And this person must be Shen Yu.

Unlike Wanxing Clothing, which is enjoying great popularity, JL is being boycotted across the internet and has even been labeled a thief by netizens.

JL's official live stream account was also flooded with comments from enthusiastic netizens during the live stream, with the comment section filled with the words "Wanxing Clothing".

Upon hearing this, a calculating and sinister glint flashed in Shen Yu's eyes.

"My cousin's a big star now, why don't we set up a stage and give him a chance to showcase himself?"

Duan Lingfeng gave an OK sign, then turned and went out to make a phone call.

A bar in the evening breeze.

Song Qinghui was still explaining to the security personnel who had arrived, his face flushed red with anger and frustration at being questioned.

"I already told you, I'm here to find someone, my cousin Shen Yu, the heir to the Shen Group."

Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you. It would be strange if someone as lowly as you knew someone.

In short, don't stop me, or I can put your jobs out of business with just one phone call.

The two security guards who stopped Song Qinghui had serious expressions and looked upright and fearless in the face of power and wealth.

"I don't care if you're a cousin or not, I've told you so many times, there isn't a single guest with the surname Shen here tonight."

"You've been booking private rooms all over our bar, assaulting many customers, and we've received numerous complaints. If you don't leave, we're going to call the police."

The two men, one on each side, were about to help Song Qinghui away.

Just then, a middle-aged man in a suit walked over with a fawning smile on his face.

"Wait, all of you, loosen your grip, loosen your grip!"

One of the security guards explained with a stern face.

"Manager, this man is booking private rooms everywhere, and we've already received many complaints from customers."

The manager gave Song Qinghui a look that said, "You don't understand," waved his hand, and stepped forward to explain with a forced smile.

"I'm sorry, those two are being inconsiderate. Young Master Shen is indeed in our bar, but he always keeps his whereabouts secret, so no one else knows him. I'll take you there right away."

Song Qinghui straightened his suit, smoothed his disheveled hair, and glared at the two security guards with a huff.

"I've already said it, it's just that you ants don't know. How rude!"

After speaking, Song Qinghui looked at the manager and gave an order.

"Fire them both! I never want to see them here again!"

His posture suggested that he had already made the evening breeze his own property.

The manager gave a perfunctory response, gesturing with one hand to invite Song Qinghui to a hotel.

"A hotel? Why did you bring me here?"

The manager smiled, pressed the floor button, and handed a room key to Song Qinghui.

"These are all surprises prepared for you by Young Master Shen. You'll know when you go up."