Chapter 74: President Li Has A Very Sharp Tongue

Ji Weixi took a step back to keep a distance between herself and Ji Xiangdong before grinning coldly. “Ji Xiangdong, you are as much a failure of a husband as you are a failure of a father.”

To men, the words ‘husband’ and ‘father’ were the greatest titles there were, and yet Ji Weixi utterly insulted what Ji Xiangdong prided himself with the most.

His face turned ugly, but Ji Weixi continued calmly and quietly, “I really mourn for my mother—it’s better to be dead than to marry a man like you. Taking a bitch as a wife and another bitch as your treasured daughter… Let me offer a bit of advice: you should donate off your eyes since you don’t want them.”

To think that she had really thought that Ji Xiangdong was sincerely regretful when she attended Ji Jianing’s engagement ceremony.

It was a few days later, and his attitude reverted to just like before.

Such an actor.

Now, Ji Xiangdong was green with anger, while Zhou Huijie was consumed by rage with the title of ‘bitch’ showered upon her.

No longer bothered to maintain her noble housewife appearance, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Ji Weixi, you shameless woman! You’re just like your mother!” She roared, and suddenly began to laugh in Ji Weixi’s misfortune amongst her tirade of curses. “Do you believe you have everything just because you have Li Shaoling? Let me tell you now—he’s just fooling around with you, a whore who slept with some old man! Do you really think he would marry you? Dream on!”

Ji Weixi abruptly clenched her fists.

She could accept being cursed, but why bring her mother into this?!

Gritting her teeth, she was about to move and kill Zhou Huijie when her waist was suddenly caught by something.

Taken aback, she slowly turned to look above her.

Li Shaoling was looking gloomy, with a dark presence swirling around him. His cold dark eyes could well be scarlet, and he was boiling with killing intent.

Zhou Huijie, thinking that the heavens were aiding her, quickly cried and complained, “Oh, Shaoling… don’t you know that woman had a filthy deal with some old man four years ago? It hurts me so much that you would call off your wedding with our Jianing over her… poor Jianing!”

Li Shaoling’s expression turned even darker at those words, and Zhou Huijie could already imagine the delightful sight of Ji Weixi being abandoned.

“Am I that old, darling?” he asked, lowering his head— he only cared what she thought.

His voice was as nonchalant but silkily seductive as always, leaving anyone weak in their legs.

Ji Weixi’s cheeks went red but shook her head. “You’re not, but they think you are.”

Zhou Huijie was left dumbfounded by their exchange.

Hold on.

Li Shaoling was the one Ji Weixi bedded four years ago?

No, Ji Jianing had clearly seen with her own eyes that an old man entered Ji Weixi’s room.

How could it be Li Shaoling!

She was unable to believe it, nor did she want to believe it.

Li Shaoling’s cool gaze then moved to Zhou Huijie, the near-smile on his face immediately cooling.

“Slut?” He bit down on the word, smiling. “A shameless old hag like you would never know how pure my woman is.”

Zhou Huijie almost choked.

Her? An old hag? Ha!

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling released Ji Weixi’s waist and firmly wrapped his arms over her shoulders.

“I’m afraid you’re a bigger slut than my woman ever will be too,” he said coldly. “Sister Blue, did you think you could hide your past just because you changed your name and married someone respectable? With your fame across River Town clubhouses in the past, and who would want broken goods like you other than a fool like Ji Xiangdong?”

Li Shaoling sneered in disgust then. “Well, I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree either since Ji Jianing started to sleep around even when she’s engaged to me. Or should I say there is always a bigger slut?”

Even Ji Weixi was stunned, and she realized for the first time that Li Shaoling had quite the sharp tongue.