The Mysterious CEO and His Feisty Bride

The man’s expression finally relaxed a bit, and Chen Wanru grabbed another glass, continuing to down it in one gulp. It was then that the man smiled broadly and also picked up his glass to join her in finishing it off. Seeing the man laugh, the atmosphere suddenly livened up considerably, and waitstaff brought over more drinks, one by one. Everyone had a glass in hand, chatting merrily and frequently toasting.

The man, previously upset, now wrapped an arm around her waist. Chen Wanru made no attempt to dodge, her face always bearing a calm and proper smile. Her slender waist twisted slightly as she leaned a bit closer into the man’s embrace, then lifted her glass, continuing to trace her alluring red lips as she said something to the man. He followed her lead, downing the drink from her glass in one gulp.

Ling Momo, hiding behind the tall porcelain, watched this scene unfold, suddenly feeling a wave of desolation in her heart.

Female singers, divas, appear so bright and glamorous on the outside, but in the eyes of these rich and powerful men, they are just actors, mere playthings.

Even though Chen Wanru had now become globally famous, reigning supreme in the music industry north and south of the Jiangnan, she couldn’t escape the fate of accompanying men in drinking, allowing them to take liberties with her!

Ling Momo watched with a heart that could hardly bear it.