A Big Shot’s Woman Is Wild and Fierce - Chapter 508

Chapter 508: Restless Ambitions

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Ah… Why are you here?” Jiang Linyan struggled to get up from Qian Meng’s embrace, pushing him away while trying to recall what had happened the night before.

Qian Meng, woken up by Jiang Linyan’s noise, showed great impatience. He closed his eyes and abruptly shrugged off her hands.

His strength was considerable, and since Jiang Linyan hadn’t expected him to push her away so forcefully, she was thrown off the bed.

Sitting on the floor, Jiang Linyan looked at the red marks on her body and her sore waist. She didn’t need to think hard to know what had happened last night.

“Qian Meng, are you insane? Do you even realize what you’ve done?” Jiang Linyan couldn’t accept this reality and screamed heartbreakingly.

Woken by Jiang Linyan’s shouts, Qian Meng climbed out of bed with irritation, walked over to her, looked down at her sitting on the floor wrapped in a blanket, and roughly threw her back onto the bed.

He looked down at her with a sneer.

“I thought Miss Jiang would remain chaste for Mu Chengxi, but in reality… tsk tsk…”

Hearing Qian Meng’s mocking words, an angry Jiang Linyan looked up at him, her beautiful eyes brimming with tears, “Shut up! You keep today’s events a secret!”

“A secret? What should I keep secret? That Miss Jiang clung to me yesterday? Or what happened between Miss Jiang and me? Or perhaps that Miss Jiang has long since…”

Qian Meng paused deliberately, leaning close to whisper in her ear with a frivolous voice, “Or perhaps keep secret that Miss Jiang has long…”

“Shut up!” Unable to endure such humiliation, Jiang Linyan reflexively raised her hand and slapped Qian Meng’s cheek hard.

Qian Meng was not someone who tolerated losses; the only time he had ever backed down was with Wen Xin, a woman he dared not provoke.

But Jiang Linyan was different. He knew her background well, yet he had ways to make her submit.

Qian Meng tightly grabbed Jiang Linyan’s wrist. She tried to resist, but Qian Meng’s strength was overwhelming, and she couldn’t break free.

He took the opportunity to pin Jiang Linyan under him, pressing his cheek against hers and speaking coldly into her ear, “I’d advise you to behave. You wouldn’t want last night’s events to get out, would you?”

His warning froze Jiang Linyan; her whole body stiffened, and her face turned pale. She had never expected Qian Meng to stoop so low.

“Qian Meng, are you sick?”

“Sick? You’re the one making jokes! You were holding me and calling out Mu Chengxi’s name. Who’s sick? Really bad luck!”

“But speaking of which, your cries were quite charming… Let me hear them again…”

When Jiang Linyan finally came to her senses, she was alone in the room.

She felt as if her body had been run over by a truck. She forced herself up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, she saw the bruises and bite marks on her body. She picked up a glass from the vanity and smashed it against the mirror in frustration.

She held herself and cried desperately in the bathroom.

An hour later, Jiang Linyan had regained her usual composure, appearing as elegant and intellectual as ever, with no trace of the previous disarray.

She looked at the messy bed and her clothes torn to shreds on the floor, frowned slightly, and walked out of the room unconcerned, heading to the living room of the suite.

She took a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet in the living room, poured herself a glass, and downed it in one go.

She picked up her phone and browsed through her contacts, thinking about who she could conveniently ask to bring her a change of clothes.

Her gaze finally landed on Wei Shisheng’s number, and she dialed her.

After a long wait, the call was answered, the background noise cluttered.

“Good, good, that’s the angle. Yes, yes, keep that pose!”

Listening to the noisy background, Jiang Linyan frowned, “What are you doing? Why is it so chaotic over there?”

“I’m shooting a promotional clip for a reality show. I’ve been thinking about entering the entertainment industry lately, so I took on a reality show gig. What’s up, Miss Jiang?”

Hearing that Wei Shisheng was not in Beijing, Jiang Linyan frowned unhappily. She noticed a box of cigarettes on the coffee table, took one out, and lit it with some irritation.

“It’s nothing, you go ahead with your work!”

Without waiting for Wei Shisheng to respond, Jiang Linyan hung up. She took a drag on her cigarette, pulled up Qian Meng’s WeChat, and sent him a message.

“I need a set of clothes, or I can’t leave the hotel.”

Qian Meng replied quickly, “… Wait, I’ll have someone bring them over.”

Looking at Qian Meng’s response, Jiang Linyan cursed at her phone, “Animal!”

Wen Xin sat in a cradle under a wisteria tree, leisurely reviewing the documents sent by Yan Qing, and holding a milk tea that Wen Huai bought her.

“Sis, Zhao Yuyao is back in Ice City. He messaged me, saying his grandmother wants to invite you to her birthday party.”

Wen Huai sat in a chair nearby, looking down as he peeled seeds for Wen Xin. This was usually Mu Chengxi’s job, but since Mu Chengxi had been called away by his fifth and sixth uncles, Wen Huai naturally took over.

“I don’t want to go. I don’t want to see Zhao Hongyuan and his family.”

Wen Xin set her phone aside, picked up a medical book beside her, and after a while, turned to look at Wen Huai.

“Did Xingyue say whether she’s going on the reality show? I haven’t been sleeping well lately and haven’t contacted her.”

It wasn’t really about poor sleep; it was just that Mu Chengxi was too clingy, and she could hardly get any rest.

“She said she’s not going. She wants to stay home and practice piano pieces. She messaged me this morning asking when I’d be back, wondering if she should buy some household items for you?”

Wen Huai looked at Wen Xin, thinking she seemed quite happy living at the Mu family’s old house and showed no intention of returning.

“Let’s go back tomorrow. I need to check out the news on the press conference at Tianye Technology. What about you? Are you planning to go home or to Aunt’s place?”

Wen Xin put down the medical book and turned her head to look at Wen Huai, curious about his plans. Ma Wenyuan had called last night to ask when they were coming back for dinner.

“I’ll go home first. Aunt seems to want to invite you over for a meal, but I don’t really like going to her place.”

Wen Huai inherently resisted the Ma family, especially since they had started showing interest in Wen Xin now that they knew she was the real power behind the research institute.