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When Li Jiuwei appeared, everyone inside froze.

The others fell silent.

Wen Xi said nervously, “Miss Li, President Feng is drunk. I was only taking care of him. Please don’t misunderstand.”

Li Jiuwei walked over and cast Wen Xi a cool glance.

“You’re President Feng’s assistant. You’re paid to look after your employer, so there’s nothing wrong with that. Enjoy yourselves. I’ll take him home now.”

She stepped forward, pulled Feng Su’s arm over her shoulder, and helped him away.

Li Jiuwei got him home.

Seeing Feng Su lying on the bed, she picked up a towel and wiped his face. Then she poured him a glass of water and held it out to him.

“Get up and drink some water.”

“Weiwei… my head hurts…”

“Why don’t you just drop dead from it?”

Li Jiuwei helped Feng Su sit up. He opened his eyes and gazed at her with a wounded expression.

“Feng Su, did you have a good time?”

“Uh…”

“Your new assistant is very pretty.”

Feng Su’s eyes suddenly lit up. He stared intently at Li Jiuwei and asked eagerly, “Weiwei, are you jealous?”

“Hmph!”

She was jealous. She really was.

Feng Su was thrilled. He pulled Li Jiuwei into his arms and kissed her. That night, Feng Su was especially passionate.

The next morning, Li Jiuwei was aching badly.

Her legs trembled with every step she took.

But one text message caught her attention.

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[He belongs to me. He’s my man. Sooner or later, you’ll be dumped.]

[Who are you?]

[Feng Su is my man, and I’m his woman.]

[Wen Xi?]

There was no further reply.

Aside from her, Li Jiuwei could think of no one else.

Wen Xi was quite bold.

There had never been a shortage of women who coveted Feng Su, and Li Jiuwei understood exactly what kind of man he was.

She paid it no mind.

During work hours, she received another picture—a photograph of Feng Su drinking coffee with Wen Xi. Li Jiuwei acted as though she had never seen it.

But Wen Xi continued sending her more and more pictures.

No matter how unwilling Li Jiuwei was to make an issue of it, she was finally provoked into anger.

Trying to seduce her man?

Li Jiuwei drove to Feng Corporation. Everyone welcomed her arrival—everyone except the woman standing outside the president’s office.

Wen Xi blocked her path, smiling smugly. “Miss Li, I’m sorry, but President Feng is discussing a business deal with someone. He doesn’t have time to see you right now.”

When the others saw this, they were stunned by Wen Xi’s audacity.

How dare she stop the president’s wife? Was she trying to get herself killed?

Li Jiuwei stepped forward and stared fixedly at Wen Xi. Then the corners of her lips suddenly curved upward.

The next moment, she raised her hand and slapped Wen Xi across the face.

The crisp crack of the slap rang through the corridor.

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Everyone present was utterly shocked.

Wen Xi covered her face in disbelief.

“Miss Li, you’ve gone too far! I was only doing what any employee should do. What right did you have to hit me?”

A cold, mocking smile touched Li Jiuwei’s lips. “Wen Xi, don’t play games with me. You’re no match for me.”

The office door opened.

Feng Su emerged with the others, and the scene before them left everyone perplexed.

Wen Xi silently shed tears, looking utterly pitiful.

“President Feng, please don’t blame Miss Li. She didn’t mean to do it.”

Putting on that helpless, innocent act in front of so many people only made Li Jiuwei dislike her more.

As for Feng Su—

He frowned.

Li Jiuwei’s heart sank. What did he mean by that?

Did he believe Wen Xi?

Had Wen Xi bewitched him?

Wen Xi secretly rejoiced.

But then Feng Su cast her a look of disdain.

“She’s my wife. Of course my wife wouldn’t hit someone for no reason. If you were hit, it can only mean you did something unforgivable. Drop that fake innocent act—I’m not buying it!”

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