C251 Great Marshal Yang greets His Majesty

If Qu Cunzi was not so generous with his alimony, how could he have fallen to such a stage?

Which woman was unwilling to be on a high pedestal, being carried around like a real queen and worshipped by others?

However, it was easy to play the queen, but difficult to be the real one.

Especially since Jiang Yueming knew this better than anyone else: the ancient castle, the yacht, the 80 million necklace … These props would be used up soon.

When that time came, whether it was a mule or a horse, a wealthy family, or the entertainment circle's joke, it all depended on their success or failure …

The new film is important.

If she successfully entered the billion-dollar box office and became the leader of the new generation of directors, even if she abandoned her wife, no one would dare to look down on her.

Thus, before that, she had to prepare both hands.

She was never a person who walked to the dark, one by one. She could not hang herself on Qu Cunzi's tree, so she had started to make other plans and preparations very early, in case she became a laughingstock when the time came. Otherwise, who would have the patience to dance and play mahjong with these bumpkins?

However, there was still a piece of cloth that was used to hide his face.

The reports, the admiration of the wealthy merchants... It was all a sham.

Others would see her as a virtuous and noble Holy Mother, but this Chen Yizhou, simply directly pierced her heart, how could she not be angry and hateful?

This "Mrs. Qu" simply tore off the last of the shameful cloth for her.

This man from the Heaven's Fury Fire.

The other accompanying guests were completely focused on her appearance, so they naturally didn't care about the word "Mrs. Qu" — but she knew that once they woke up, they would understand the meaning of this word.

It was a complete disgrace for him to have fallen to such a state.

She, Jiang Yueming, had almost never been treated like this before.

However, he still lazily played mahjong as if he was fine, as if he didn't notice that he had just casually stabbed someone else.

Jiang Yueming suddenly had a strange feeling of fear. Hooligan.

No matter how good his acting skills were, they were still met with a formidable force. The hooligan was useless.

The bugs knew each other best when it came to mutual lightness.

She didn't want to mess with this man, so she didn't dare to.

Because he looked down on her. Thus, she was at her wit's end.

Chen Yizhou's phone rang. He answered the call and lazily said a few words. Mr Ma teased him: "Lao Chen, does your Little Mi want a villa or a sports car?"

He smiled bitterly. "I think she wants an aircraft carrier."

Everyone laughed out loud.

He stood up and grinned, "I'm here to take my life. I have to leave first."

Jiang Yueming was eager for him to get out of here, so she smiled sweetly and nodded.

Only after Zheng Xiaopei sat down to replace Chen Yizhou, did she finally relax and secretly heave a sigh of relief.

She really didn't want to see Chen Yizhou anymore.

Following that, everyone started to gossip about Chen Yizhou's family history. He was a legend in the circle, having risen from nothing to a miracle twice.

The men laughed as they talked, but they were harmless.

Jiang Yueming suddenly wanted to interject: "That guy is really something. "Hooligan, scum, he doesn't deserve to be on the same level as you all when he eats soft food and becomes rich." However, she swallowed her words back down her throat.

She remembered her identity, and maintained this truly lofty, generous, and noble attitude at all times.

The rich merchants weren't idiots. The people you slander behind your back are others. Who knows, maybe, they will be the ones to change their day.