Qin Yige promptly withdrew her hand from his arm and sneered, "Forget it. It's just a ring, and I'm not interested."
Did she want a ring? She wanted face! Didn't he understand women?
"Qin Yige..."
"Qin Yige is going to a singles party and won't be home tonight."
A singles party?
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reminded her unhappily, "Mrs. Shang, you are married now."
Besides, where would she go for a party at noon?
Qin Yige waved her hand impatiently, "I know, I know, you don't need to remind me. I'm not going to a party, I'm officially saying goodbye to single life! You go ahead and be busy, don't mind me, bye!"
After she finished speaking, she got into Shang Sheng's car.
Without waiting to see if Shang Sheng had gotten in, she forcefully closed the car door and ordered the driver, "Go!"
The driver glanced at the man and woman outside the car window, hesitated, "CEO Shang and Secretary Chen..."
"Don't mind them. From now on, you listen to me!" Qin Yige imperiously issued her command.
The driver hesitated again. He'd heard that this marriage was forced upon CEO Shang, and Miss Qin seemed to be out of favor. Should he listen to Mrs. Shang?
Qin Yige asked irritably, "Are you going or not?"
The driver didn't move. He rolled down the window and looked at Shang Sheng, "CEO Shang—"
Seeing this situation, Qin Yige silently opened the car door, grabbed her bag, got out, and walked away without looking back.
Shang Sheng called out to the woman who was about to leave, "Qin Yige!"
Qin Yige acted as if she hadn't heard him and walked even faster.
The man glanced at the sun above, his expression darkened slightly, and he sternly ordered the driver, "Take Mrs. Shang back. Secretary Chen, arrange for another car to come over."
The driver's heart tightened, "Yes, CEO Shang."
The black Maybach followed Qin Yige's steps. The driver got out and ran to Qin Yige, respectfully saying, "Madam, CEO Shang asked me to take you back."
Qin Yige stopped and looked at him coldly, "How dare I trouble you to take me back? Forget it!"
Did even a driver dare to treat her like this? What did they take her for?
The driver smiled nervously, "I apologize, Madam. I was hired by Secretary Chen. She previously instructed me to only obey CEO Shang's orders..."
"Then why did you come over?"
The driver wiped a cold sweat, "CEO Shang sent me..."
Just then, a taxi approached. Qin Yige decisively flagged it down and, ignoring the driver's obstruction, got in.
The black Maybach returned to Shang Sheng.
The driver got out and looked at the man's expressionless face, his scalp tingling, "CEO Shang, Madam took a taxi and left."
Chen Ling opened the rear door, "CEO Shang, it's too hot. Let's get in the car."
Shang Sheng got in, and the black car slowly drove away.
In the afternoon, Shang Sheng did arrange for the manager of a jewelry store to send jewelry to Qin Yige.
However, they were not allowed to enter. Qin Yige blocked them at the door and said indifferently, "Tell your CEO that I don't like any of these styles!"
The manager looked a bit embarrassed, "Mrs. Shang, you haven't even looked yet. These pieces were personally selected by CEO Shang during his busy schedule."
"So what? His taste is too ordinary. I don't like anything he fancies."
"Mrs. Shang..."
"I'm sorry to have wasted your trip. I need to catch up on sleep. Don't disturb me again, goodbye." Qin Yige said, and directly closed the door.
The jewelry store manager left dejected and finally called Shang Sheng.
"Hello, CEO Shang. I'm very sorry, but Mrs. Shang doesn't like any of the styles we brought."
"Doesn't like them?" Shang Sheng put down the pen he was signing and rubbed his temples, sensing that things were not that simple.
"Yes." The manager hesitated for a moment, then told the truth, "Madam didn't let us in, and she didn't look at the jewelry."
Shang Sheng understood, "Go back for now!"
After ending the call, he sat in his seat and began to ponder.
*
On a luxurious yacht on the cross-city river in the city center, accompanied by deafening music, a dozen men and women clinked their glasses together.
"Cheers!"
"To our Miss Qin, no, Mrs. Shang—Yige, for successfully ending her single status!"
"Wishing our Yige and CEO Shang a long and loving relationship until white hairs!"
"Thank you, everyone. Come, cheers, cheers!"
After a glass of red wine, Qin Yige's mood improved slightly.
Tang Anruo brushed her long hair and whispered into her ear, "What? You're in a bad mood?"
"You can tell?" Qin Yige had no intention of hiding it. She came out to have fun.
"Of course. What? Did CEO Shang not satisfy you?" Tang Anruo's words were shocking.
Qin Yige was stunned, "Girl, just shut up!"
Tang Anruo burst into laughter, slinging an arm around her shoulder, "You stole my man, and I'm not allowed to say it? Because you're my good sister, I'll let Shang Sheng go to you. For anyone else, I absolutely wouldn't!"
Good sister? Qin Yige curled her lips into a faint smile. A plastic sister, perhaps?
A breeze blew, and she slowly said, "Didn't you say Shang Sheng loves you the most? Why don't you go and talk to him, ask him to marry you?"
"That won't work. His family disagrees with our marriage."
Tang Anruo drooped her eyes sadly, gazed into her champagne, and sighed heavily.
If she didn't know she was ill, Qin Yige would have believed her.
Come to think of it, Tang Anruo was quite pitiful. Shang Sheng didn't know her at all, at most he had heard her name, nothing more.
Yet she was immersed in fantasies every day, unable to extricate herself.
In the beginning, Qin Yige didn't know Tang Anruo was ill. When she thought Shang Sheng was a scumbag, she even went to argue with him while drunk.
After a couple of confrontations, Shang Sheng showed her the results of an authoritative doctor's assessment, and only then did she realize she had misunderstood.
Qin Yige patted Tang Anruo's shoulder, "Shall I accompany you to see a psychologist another day?"
Strictly speaking, she was now Mrs. Shang. Her friend constantly fantasizing about being with her husband was a bit... well, nauseating.
Tang Anruo was unhappy, "See a psychologist for what? I'm not sick."
"..." Fine!
After a moment of quiet, Tang Anruo suddenly grabbed her hand and earnestly confided, "Yige, from now on, would you take good care of CEO Shang for me? I'm begging you, okay?"
Qin Yige was speechless for a moment. She seemed to be getting sicker.
And, she was a troublesome person.
Qin Yige began to reflect silently. When she agreed to marry Shang Sheng at her family's request, why hadn't she considered Tang Anruo?
Today, a friend had arranged several male models for her. One of them called out to Qin Yige, "Yige, come in quickly! The show is about to start!"
"Coming!" Qin Yige responded loudly.
Forget it, stop thinking. She was going to party!
Nightlife, just beginning!
However, the moment she stepped into the cabin, she saw thick smoke billowing from the other side of the stage.
Before she could react, someone shouted, "Fire—"