CHAPTER 737: CHAPTER 737: THE AUTHORITY OF THE PRINCIPAL WIFE! I MADE HIM KNEEL AND SCRUB THE WASHBOARD!

That afternoon.

The reputation of Mrs. Zhou from City B had spread.

The south may seem far, but with the developed internet, it took less than half a day to travel.

Yangcheng.

An exceedingly luxurious mansion, teeming with servants.

A petite woman in a cyan gown.

Her black hair was neatly coiffed, her delicate face like jade.

She cradled a newborn puppy in her arms, feeding it milk powder.

The puppy was being naughty, but she still coaxed him gently.

A young man stood nearby with his head bowed, reporting Mr. Zhou’s recent situation.

The youth said lightly, "Mr. Zhou has recently taken a fancy to a woman and spent quite a lot on her! She seems to be quite favored."

The woman continued to feed the puppy.

She smiled faintly, "My health isn’t good! He loves to play and make a fuss, let him be!"

The youth paused for a moment and voiced his concerns.

He said, "That woman’s surname is Yin! It was Mr. Zhou who took care of the troubles in her family, and now she’s claiming to be Mrs. Zhou everywhere, saying she wants to marry Mr. Zhou!"

Upon hearing this, the woman handed the puppy to a servant.

She wiped her hands with a towel and looked up at the young man.

Her black eyes were bright and captivating.

After wiping her hands, she tossed the towel casually onto the table and said, "Women who talk like this are not few and far between. If Mr. Zhou is a bit nicer to them or spends more on them, they think they can soar up to be phoenixes!"

The youth smiled subtly.

The woman’s surname was Lin, Lin Jinrong.

She was indeed Mr. Zhou’s lawful wife.

After contemplating for a moment she said, "Mr. Zhou will be back from his business trip next month! His affairs of the heart never come home with him, once done, they’re done. I reckon this woman will be no exception! Such a woman isn’t worth the trip for me!"

Mrs. Zhou finished talking and picked up the puppy again.

In a tender and gentle voice, she coaxed, "Bad daddy! Later on, I’ll make daddy kneel on the washing board!"

...

Mrs. Zhou was not one to squabble.

Yin Mingzhu grew ever more audacious, already self-proclaiming as Mrs. Zhou in City B.

Those who wanted to curry favor with her also directly called her Mrs. Zhou.

Such minor tricks, naturally, also reached Mr. Zhou’s ears.

He made light of them.

Next month he will return to Yangcheng, Yin Mingzhu was merely a vivid stroke in his history of romantic affairs!

Merely a title, not worth turning his face over and disturbing the rest of the month’s pleasure.

Not only did Mr. Zhou not hold her accountable, but he still intended to support her at the charity dinner.

On one hand, it was to pamper the woman and show off his wealth.

On the other hand, he did not like Su Ruanruan.

Su Ruanruan bore a resemblance to his wife, Jinrong.

Similar in looks, similar in temperament.

He disliked anyone resembling his Jinrong; his Jinrong was unique in this world!

...

With Mr. Zhou, this financial god, the charity auction in City B was held with much grandeur.

An abundance of items were auctioned.

Each treasure had a significant reputation.

Either worn by Lady Alexander or coveted by Mrs. Elizabeth White.

Yin Mingzhu sat by Mr. Zhou’s side.

Enveloped in splendor.

Compared to her, Su Ruanruan was much more low-key.

She wore an Issey Miyake suit with no expensive jewelry.

In Bao Jingyan’s words, one would think YR had gone bankrupt.

Against such a contrast, Yin Mingzhu naturally felt smug.

Su Ruanruan let her have her moment.

During the auction, she deliberately drove up the prices, selling her jewelry for many times its worth.

Yin Mingzhu won the jackpot and couldn’t have been prouder.

At the celebration feast, she was dazzling, not shying away from others calling her Mrs. Zhou.

Mr. Zhou heard it, frowned slightly in displeasure, but did not stop it.

Yin Mingzhu became even bolder.

When having tea and chatting, she did not show much respect for the original Mrs. Zhou from Yangcheng.

Calling her a tigress, a barren hen that couldn’t lay eggs.

The others laughed along, enjoying the lively atmosphere.

These words, naturally, reached Mrs. Zhou’s ears.

Mrs. Zhou smiled faintly, "I’m most reluctant to go out, but it seems Miss Yin is keen to meet me, the barren hen!"

The attendant said lightly, "You are the treasure in Mr. Zhou’s heart! Why not speak with him?"

Mrs. Zhou waved her hand, "I see he’s enjoying himself; I don’t want to disturb his mood."

After finishing, she continued to feed her little puppy.

However, not calling her husband for two straight days was indeed a sign of her anger.