Chapter 7 Eighty Percent Unfaithful

Jiang Shanyu glanced at Wen Meimei with resentment and quickly knitted his brows into a Sichuan character.

Standing in the corner with a couldn't-care-less attitude, Wen Meimei was on her phone... having a blast chatting in a WeChat group with several close friends.

[Rampaging Sister] Hahaha... I'm dying of laughter. The entire Wen Family has gathered to hold a criticism meeting for me. Guess it won't end in less than half an hour.

[Plague] What criticism meeting?

[Bullet Head] It's probably about our sister not being chaste.

To hell with not being chaste!

Wen Meimei cursed inwardly with a chuckle and replied, You guessed it, I'm not chaste.

[Bullet Head] Damn, that's sensational. What did you do?

[Plague] Seeking the truth.

[Rampaging Sister] I slept with a rich second generation, dammit.

Upon her words, the WeChat group was lined with a neat row of ellipses.

Before Wen Meimei could reply, Wen Zhenguo suddenly called out, "Meimei, now that the match with Shanyu is over, you're still young. Wait until after you graduate from university to talk about marriage and weddings."

Wen Meimei burst into laughter as if she had been given a pardon, "Dad, I will definitely study hard and reflect on myself well, so I'll head up first!"

Without paying any mind to the others, she walked upstairs.

Wen Zhenguo, watching his young daughter's demeanor, felt a mix of emotions.

Meimei's marriage to the Jiang Family was off, and she had slept with Young Master Qiao. The Qiao Family would never take a fancy to Meimei. What would she do in the future?

In the living room, a bunch of relatives eager to hold a criticism meeting were stunned. So the criticism meeting just now was only wishful thinking on their part?

Back in her room, Wen Meimei continued to play with WeChat.

Originally wanting to shoot the breeze with friends, but another WeChat group was popping messages fast. It was the Wen Family clan group, and Wen Meimei curiously clicked into it.

Great Aunt: How could the Wen Family produce such a shameless descendant who dares to seduce Young Master Qiao? Is someone like her, who wasn't raised by a mother, worthy of him?

Huang Yuling: Exactly, this wild seed without a mother's teaching, she can't compare with our Lili.

Third Aunt: Yuling, when will the engagement between Lili and Shanyu be settled? We're all waiting to celebrate.

Younger Coushal cousini: I can't wait for my second sister's wedding to happen!

Wen Meimei laughed coldly. In this rotten place, she didn't want to mingle with those maggots at all.

With that thought, she exited WeChat, not wanting to dirty her eyes anymore, and went to take a bath and sleep.

...

Qiaohao Garden.

In the living room sat an elderly man with a gaunt face yet an icy demeanor; opposite him was Qiao Chengxun, grandfather and grandson sharing the same expression, as if cut from the same mold.

The standoff between grandfather and grandson lasted a long time, but ultimately the old man was defeated by his stern grandson, who barked, "What can I do, when you keep pining for a dead woman?"

There was a defiant wilfulness in his tone.

Qiao Chengxun's cold gaze was slightly fixed as he said sternly, "Grandfather, even if you're out of options, you shouldn't have drugged me."

"Hmph," the old man huffed wilfully, turning his gaze away, obviously feeling guilty, "In the end, you still managed to escape."

Escape my ass!

Qiao Chengxun swore silently in his heart. He almost thought he'd managed to get away, only to end up in a room.

Thinking he was safe after closing and locking the door, he didn't expect to find a woman lying in the room, someone who'd popped up out of nowhere—Wen Meimei, to be precise—and later, they were bizarrely caught in bed.

He had never encountered such an absurd scenario in his life, all thanks to his dear grandfather's scheme.