Too Late to Regret, She’s Now With the Big Boss - Chapter 78

“Song Yuntao, didn’t we agree to hand Ye Qianqian over to Lu Zhenting? Why did you send her to Third Master Lu instead?”

Ye Qingyan viciously twisted the flesh at Song Yuntao’s waist, her face contorted as she hissed the question.

“Exactly, I did it on purpose. Are you regretting stealing Qianqian’s bride status now?” Song Yuntao retorted with contempt in a low voice.

He would never admit how deeply he regretted his impulsive decision every single day.

Had they really sent her to Lu Zhenting, he might have dared to snatch her back now that he regretted it.

But with Qianqian by Third Master Lu’s side, he didn’t even dare to call, let alone snatch her back, because that madman Third Master Lu answered every time, terrifying him into trembling silence.

A few days ago, he mustered the courage to confront Third Master Lu head-on, only to return home and lose his inheritance rights to the Song family empire.

Since childhood, he had undergone all sorts of training and made countless sacrifices to secure his position as the Song heir, only to see it all vanish like water through a bamboo basket.

“What are you staring at? Even if you keep looking, she won’t come back to you!” Ye Qingyan spat venomously.

Watching the ladies and young misses who once flocked around her now fawning over Ye Qianqian filled her with such rage she wished she could kill her.

“Ye Qingyan, your disgusting gaze is glued to Third Master Lu. If you offend the Living King of Hell later, don’t drag the Song family down with you.”

After his low warning, Song Yuntao harshly shook off Ye Qingyan’s arm linked with his.

“Song Yuntao, how dare you humiliate me today? Does seeing Ye Qianqian make you itch with desire?”

“Isn’t your own disgusting gaze fixed on Third Master Lu? I’m letting you go so you can chase after him. Do you have the guts?” Song Yuntao sneered.

“You’re not afraid, so you think I am? You coward, I despise you. If I’d known you were so useless, I never would have registered our marriage.”

“Me, a coward? Don’t you think you’re the terrifying one? Do you have any idea how your insatiable, unsatisfied ugly demeanor scares me away from our bedroom?”

“In all my life, I’ve been with many, but I’ve never encountered anyone like you… lasting only three minutes!”

Ye Qingyan shrieked furiously, having lost control of her volume in her agitation.

“Sister, is your daughter-in-law really that bold? Is it appropriate for her to boast about her many experiences in public?” one lady whispered to Song’s mother.

“Don’t believe her nonsense; she’s just a madwoman,” Song’s mother replied, suppressing her fury.

She didn’t resent Ye Qingyan for the embarrassment or the chaos she brought to their household, she only hated her own poor judgment.

When her son insisted on changing brides just days before the wedding, she had glimpsed the invitation but did nothing to stop it.

She, too, had believed that Ye Qianqian, raised in the countryside, was unworthy of her son, while Ye Qingyan, whom she had watched grow up, seemed a perfect match.

At the time, she consoled herself with the thought that although her son’s actions were ungrateful, she would compensate Qianqian later and treat her as her own daughter.

One misstep led to another, and now Qianqian had become someone even she couldn’t aspire to reach. What right did she have to resent Ye Qingyan?

Seeing Song’s mother’s dark expression, the ladies around her quickly dispersed to curry favor with Third Master Lu’s wife instead.

“Brother, what did the Song family’s young madam mean by what she said?” an innocent young gentleman asked his elder brother.

“I didn’t understand it either,” the brother replied awkwardly, though in truth, he understood perfectly but was too embarrassed to explain.

“May I ask, Third Mrs. Lu, how do you maintain your skin?” a high-society lady asked obsequiously.

“That question… you’ll have to ask my husband. All my skincare products are gifts from him,” Ye Qianqian replied with a smile. She couldn’t very well tell everyone that most of the time, it was Lu Jingchen who applied her skincare for her.

“……”

The lady was utterly bewildered, the conversation had just hit a dead end!

Everyone around them had the same thought: Did Third Mrs. Lu not want to chat, or was she simply bad at it?

What shocked them even more was Third Master Lu’s response. In his deep, magnetic voice, he explained, “She’s telling the truth.”

“Third Master Lu, could you recommend to us which skincare products your wife uses?” the chairman of a corporation asked with a laugh.

“Third Master Lu, Chairman Xiao’s question is something we’re all curious about as well,” others chimed in, following the trend.

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you all, but for this question, you’ll have to ask my assistant. My only responsibility is applying skincare to my wife’s face every day,” Lu Jingchen said, a faint smile curling his lips. He wanted to boast about how much he adored his wife to everyone but feared they might overstep and pester Ye Qianqian with endless questions.

His icy, sharp gaze swept over anyone who approached, making everyone wonder if his slight smile had been an illusion.

“Assistant Bai, may I ask…” With the rustle of footsteps and fabric, the crowd surged toward Bai Lang.

Lu Jingchen held Ye Qianqian’s hand tightly, staying close by her side and attentively offering her food and drinks.

He was afraid that if he stepped away even for a moment, those eager socialites and ladies would swarm his wife to strike up a conversation.

What if some clueless person deliberately said something hurtful, and he wasn’t there to hear it?

If his wife ended up upset because of it, he would never forgive himself.

So, he remained firmly by Ye Qianqian’s side, his cold, piercing eyes scanning everyone who came near.

He was constantly on guard against anyone who might pose a threat to his wife. At his level of status, he no longer needed to engage in social niceties.

Ye Qingyan watched all his subtle thoughts and actions, feeling a sharp pang in her heart.

A wave of bitterness washed over her, and tears welled in her eyes. She desperately wanted to break down and cry but forced herself to hold back the tears.

She couldn’t admit defeat.

Carrying two glasses of champagne, she walked over to her father and elder brother. “Dad, Brother, look at Qianqian…”

“Yanyan, don’t cause any trouble today,” Mr. Ye warned sternly but in good spirits. After all, Ye Qingyan was his biological daughter, and he didn’t want her to ruin herself.

“Ye Qingyan, don’t even think about slandering Qianqian again. Considering my own faults in the past, I’ll let bygones be bygones,” Ye Ruixuan coldly warned before walking off to socialize and seek partnerships. He hoped to leverage his sister’s influence to secure more investments.

“You wretched girl, what are you staring at? Trying to steal Qianqian’s Third Master again? How dare you? Are you even worthy?” Madam Ye rushed over, her tone dripping with contempt.

She had been watching her daughter since Ye Qianqian entered but hadn’t dared to approach her… she was too ashamed.

When she saw Ye Qingyan glaring at Ye Qianqian with venomous resentment, she couldn’t hold back and rushed over to warn her.

“Mom, how can you say that to your own daughter…” Before Ye Qingyan could finish, Madam Ye grabbed her by the hair.

She dragged Ye Qingyan into a room at the back of the hall and snarled, “Don’t call me Mom. I’m not your mother.”

“Your mother is that homewrecker Xie Yun, who stole my man. Like mother, like daughter… you’re following in her footsteps. First, you try to steal Qianqian’s man once, and now you’re at it again? Over my dead body.”

“Mom, are you trying to ruin today’s banquet?” Ye Qingyan whimpered.

Seeing no one else in the room, she struggled free with all her might. The once inseparable mother and daughter began to brawl fiercely inside.