CHAPTER 352: CHAPTER 352: MAKING A SCENE

Just as Mrs. Sheng was about to say something else, the house servant came in with an envelope, lowered his head, and said to Mrs. Sheng, "Madam, here is your letter."

"My letter?" Mrs. Sheng’s eyebrows raised slightly as she looked at the pristine envelope in the servant’s hand with doubt in her heart. "What era is this? Can’t people just communicate online? Why bother sending a letter? It’s really backward." Though she complained, Mrs. Sheng still honestly took the envelope from the servant, opened it, and poured out its contents.

The envelope contained only a few photos and a thin piece of paper, but the contents were enough to add a frostiness to Mrs. Sheng’s already raging mood.

"Sheng Hong, you really are something, aren’t you? So many mistresses aren’t enough for you, and now you’ve got me involved. The company’s issues aren’t even resolved, and you’re still playing with women." Mrs. Sheng was trembling all over with anger from the contents of the letter and the photos.

"Get me the car, I’m going out!" Mrs. Sheng shouted, clutching the items in her hand.

Meanwhile, the person Xu Ke sent to monitor this situation passed on the news. Xu Ke was dealing with company matters when he received the message.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Ke immediately messaged Sheng Wenhao, "Want to see a good show?" Xu Ke said in a relaxed tone.

"What show?" Sheng Wenhao, who was just connecting on a deeper level with a new beauty, asked instinctively upon hearing Xu Ke’s words.

"A great show you’ve wanted to see for a long time, at the hotel I took you to last time." Xu Ke replied.

Upon hearing Xu Ke’s words, Sheng Wenhao pushed away the woman beside him with excitement, and exclaimed, "Are you serious?"

"Of course, just got the news."

"Then I have to see it, are you going?"

"No, I’ve got some company matters to handle. Sheng Hong has already started looking for buyers." Xu Ke said softly.

"Alright, I’ll go take a look first and tell you about it later, haha, I can’t believe they finally got what they deserve, it’s delightful." Sheng Wenhao excitedly gave the woman beside him a passionate kiss, and after chatting with Xu Ke for a bit, he hung up the phone and said to the woman beside him, "I have more important things to do today, I’ll find you another time."

Sheng Wenhao took a shortcut and arrived before anything had started.

Mrs. Sheng, filled with fury, stormed toward Xu Jiahui’s room in her high heels, accompanied by a bodyguard she borrowed from her family.

Standing at Xu Jiahui’s door, Mrs. Sheng’s face was clouded as if it were about to rain, "Open the door for me!" she ordered the bodyguard who came with her.

The two bodyguards did not hesitate, immediately kicking the door panel. Both were trained individuals, and with two kicks, they burst the door open, almost knocking over the bodyguard belonging to Xu Jiahui who rushed over.

"Who are you? Why are you barging into my room?" Xu Jiahui walked out of the bedroom, with exposed areas on her body marked with bruises, exuding an indescribable sultry aura that almost became palpable.

The sight of Xu Jiahui like this completely infuriated Mrs. Sheng’s nerves, her face instinctively donned a sarcastic expression, "No wonder you’re a vixen, I could smell the stench from far away." As she spoke, she set her gaze on the bodyguards standing on either side of Xu Jiahui.

"I didn’t expect you to be so desperate, can’t resist any man? What kind of mistress do you think you are? I doubt you even know what attracts him to stay away from home so long, let alone be willing to wear a green hat." Mrs. Sheng looked at Xu Jiahui with eyes full of scorn and criticism, exuding the demeanor of a legitimate wife.

Xu Jiahui was caught off guard at first, but upon hearing the other party’s words, she realized their intent in confronting her, and a cold smile appeared on her face, "Me? A mistress? Please, take a good look. Does a woman like me, Xu Jiahui, need to be anyone’s mistress? Not to mention whether the man you speak of is as wealthy as me, with just a beckon, I can have countless men flocking to me. Why would I need to find a married man?"

Xu Jiahui folded her arms with a cold smile as she approached Mrs. Sheng, "And who are you to me? Why does it matter to you who I’m with, and what gives you the right to kick down my door and reprimand me?" By the time Xu Jiahui finished speaking, she was less than an arm’s length away from Mrs. Sheng.

Xu Jiahui first scrutinized Mrs. Sheng with critical eyes, then, before anyone could react, slapped Mrs. Sheng’s face, sending it sideways.

Mrs. Sheng licked her lips, tasting the metallic flavor of blood in her mouth.

"How dare you hit me?" Mrs. Sheng turned her head sharply, looking at Xu Jiahui in disbelief, her voice sharp and cracking.

"I did hit you." Under Mrs. Sheng’s furious gaze, Xu Jiahui raised her hand and smacked the other side of Mrs. Sheng’s face.

"It does look much better this way." Seeing the handprints on both sides of Mrs. Sheng’s face, Xu Jiahui’s mood suddenly improved, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her handiwork.

"Ahh!" Mrs. Sheng screamed, clutching her face, "Do you know who I am? How dare you do this to me. Do you believe I won’t let you walk out of Shangjing alive?" She shouted loudly.

"Oh my, you scare me so much. Do you think Shangjing is your home? Just saying something like that won’t keep me here. Who do you think you are, anyway?" Xu Jiahui laughed heartily at the sight of Mrs. Sheng trembling with anger, laughing without any restraint, "You’re really hilarious. How can you brag so much? You’re really wasting your talent not being a storyteller."

Seeing Xu Jiahui’s mocking and disdainful smile towards herself, Mrs. Sheng’s pent-up fury erupted like a volcano, and without warning, she slapped Xu Jiahui hard across the face, freezing her expression in place.

"What are you so arrogant about in front of me? Did you think I wouldn’t dare hit you?" Mrs. Sheng moved her somewhat swollen cheek, said with murderous intent in her eyes.

"I’m warning you to stay away from Sheng Hong, if I find out you’re still clinging to him, making him not even want to go to work, watch how I deal with you." Mrs. Sheng took advantage of Xu Jiahui’s unawareness and slapped her face again, symmetrically matching the handprints.

Although Sheng Wenhao, who was staying next door, couldn’t see what was happening, the door wasn’t closed, and he heard everything he needed to. Visualizing the scene in his mind, Sheng Wenhao couldn’t help but smile.

Sometimes a man’s happiness is so simple, as long as the Sheng Family is having a bad time, he is happy.