Chapter 11: My Husband Has Many Tricks

After the meeting, Xia Xing immediately placed the items on Huo Juanyan's desk.

"President Huo, this is what the old madam asked you to personally deliver to Miss Nan."

Dressed in a tailored, dark suit, Huo Juanyan sat in his wheelchair like a deity, untouchable and lofty.

He glanced askance at the box, his eyes distant and detached, with a hint of displeasure.

He said in a deep voice, "You deliver it to her."

Recalling Xu Qi's instructions, Xia Xing wore a troubled expression and hesitantly whispered, "President Huo, the old madam specifically instructed that you should personally deliver it to Miss Nan."

The next second, Huo Juanyan's face turned extremely ugly, his dark eyes like an abyss, emitting dangerous signals.

"She indeed has her ways."

Xia Xing's internal alarm bells were ringing — this was a sign that President Huo was getting angry!

In a cold voice, Huo Juanyan said, "Since it's so important to her, send her a message and tell her to come and get it herself."

A suffocating pressure made it hard for Xia Xing to breathe, and he swallowed hard before saying, "What if the old madam finds out... "

He barely started speaking when he saw President Huo's face darken like it was about to drip water, and he instantly stopped, correcting himself, "I'll contact Miss Nan right away."

After leaving President Huo's office, Xia Xing looked at the box in his hands and suddenly realized a serious problem.

It was over; he didn't have Miss Nan's phone number...

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At 10 p.m., at the bar.

Song Yingqing, fearing Nan Yu might be feeling gloomy, especially brought her here for indulgence.

She ordered a bunch of drinks and then said to Nan Yu, "Xiao Yu, drinks are on me tonight, drink whatever you want. Do you want to call over a couple of male models to join you?"

Nan Yu leaned back in the dim booth, watching the multi-colored liquids shimmering under the flashing lights, surrounded by a rowdy crowd gyrating with abandon on the stage before her.

She took a sip of her drink, smiled, and waved her hand, saying, "I'm not interested in that. Drinking is just fine with me."

Song Yingqing nodded, "That's fine then. I'm going to the restroom, I'll be back and we can drink slowly."

No sooner had she left than a soft, cloying voice came from the next booth.

"Sister, what are you doing here? Isn't today the second day of your wedding? Aren't you supposed to be spending a romantic time with your husband?"

Nan Yu turned her head and met a pair of eyes full of mock amusement.

At a closer look, the face was 70 percent similar to hers, but with an affectatious smile plastered across it.

Nan Qingqing had not expected to encounter Nan Yu while out for fun, her smile growing deeper at the prospect.

Beside her were several wealthy young masters and young ladies from rich families, all looking at Nan Yu with jest and mockery.

"Nan Yu, it seems the cripple didn't satisfy you on your wedding night, or else why would you be drowning your sorrows in alcohol here?"

"Maybe that man from the Huo Family is just useless. I just heard Song Yingqing offering to get some men for Nan Yu."

"I can't understand how the pure and sweet Qingqing could have a slut for a sister like you; it's a disgrace to the Nan Family and to Qingqing!"

Everyone looked at her with contempt and derision.

With a look of disappointed reprimand, Nan Qingqing said, "Sister, if you're not satisfied with your husband, no matter how desperate, you shouldn't be openly seeking men without any shame!"

With just a few sentences, they slapped the label of "slut" on Nan Yu.

Half in shadows, Nan Yu exuded a languid charm. Her red lips curved slightly, and she said, "Who said I'm not satisfied? My husband may be a cripple, but he's very creative, and I am very satisfied indeed."

"In fact, I am so satisfied that I particularly came out to take a break."

"As for shame? I certainly don't have the kind of shamelessness you all have, bullying me in public this way."