Return to Eighteen, the Spoiled Young Lady Acts Fierce with Her Beauty - Chapter 3: She Always Had the Capital to Make Mistakes

Chapter 3: She Always Had the Capital to Make Mistakes

Her hand was held, and Mingzhu’s gaze drifted upward.

It landed on Sheng Yuan’s youthful, aristocratic face.

The impatience between his brows seemed ready to spill over.

Those eyes, once brimming with tenderness, now appeared cold and distant.

Mingzhu didn’t know what state of mind she was in when she returned to the car.

Perhaps she had vaguely sensed it

she no longer had the privilege to act spoiled or be eternally favored in front of Sheng Yuan.

“Madam, shall we head straight home?”

The prolonged silence prompted the driver to politely inquire.

His voice jolted her out of her thoughts.

“To…”

Mingzhu was about to speak.

But out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a familiar black Maybach slowly pulling up to the company entrance.

With just one glance, Mingzhu recognized it it was the car Sheng Yuan often drove.

Instinctively, Mingzhu leaned closer to the car window.

Her fingertips pressed against the glass, leaving faint traces of condensation.

She tried to see more clearly.

If Sheng Yuan was still in his office, then who was this car picking up?

If it were a company client,

the company would have arranged a dedicated vehicle for transport, not Sheng Yuan’s personal car.

The car wasn’t moving fast, but its Privacy Feature was too effective.

Mingzhu strained her eyes, scrutinizing intently.

Yet she could only vaguely make out a blurry figure in the back seat.

“Who is it…”

A soft murmur.

The driver didn’t catch it and asked again, “What did you say, Madam?”

There weren’t many cars parked at the entrance. The vehicle came to a gradual stop right in front of the company.

From this angle, Mingzhu had a clear view of everything.

The car door opened, and a young, strikingly pure and beautiful girl stepped out from the back seat.

She looked to be around twenty years old.

Dressed in an elegant long skirt, her hair tied up in a simple high ponytail.

Her makeup-free face was full of the youthful collagen only the young possess.

Tilting her head up, she smiled so brightly her eyes crinkled.

Even Mingzhu had to admit she was a vibrant, innocent, and lovely girl.

If only this girl hadn’t stepped out of her husband’s car.

Mingzhu might have appreciated such youthful energy.

But a woman’s intuition told her

this girl’s relationship with Sheng Yuan was anything but ordinary.

Mingzhu really didn’t want to believe it.

But that was Sheng Yuan’s car, and Xiao Cheng was the one picking her up.

The girl looked like she had just started college.

It was unlikely she was here for business.

These days, very few people had the privilege of being personally picked up by Sheng Yuan.

If it wasn’t business, then it had to be personal.

What kind of personal matter could there be with a girl around twenty?

It wasn’t fair to blame Mingzhu for jumping to conclusions.

After all, such things were all too common in high society.

The girl followed Xiao Cheng step by step, disappearing into the company lobby.

The receptionist didn’t stop them it seemed routine.

Mingzhu stared in the direction they had vanished. No one knew what she was thinking.

The driver’s eyes widened; he clearly recognized the boss’s car too.

A young, beautiful girl stepping out of the boss’s car, witnessed by the boss’s wife in its entirety

it made him tense. He had driven for many wealthy people.

In all honesty,

Sheng Yuan was the most self-disciplined and devoted rich man he had ever met.

For years, he had truly only had the madam by his side.

Counting the seconds silently,

Mingzhu estimated that if the girl hadn’t been delayed, she should have reached Sheng Yuan’s office by now.

His elegant knuckles tapped rhythmically against the leather armrest.

Mingzhu suddenly laughed.

Her mother had passed away early, so no one had ever taught her how to deal with a husband’s change of heart.

Yet Mingzhu still opened the car door and stepped back into the sunlight.

Coming from an aristocratic family, she had seen few marriages around her that were built on love.

Most were mere facades, with each partner pursuing their own pleasures.

This had even become the norm.

Mingzhu didn’t know if she should take this step.

Perhaps once she took it, everything from the past would shatter.

But in the end, she still chose to move forward.

Her grandfather had told her:

Nothing in this world was more important than her happiness.

If something made her unhappy, she should simply discard it.

Thanks to her affluent family background, she always had the capital to make mistakes.

When the elevator doors opened on the top floor, the secretaries looked at her in surprise, wondering why she had returned.

Xiao Cheng was waiting by the door. Seeing Mingzhu, he bowed his head and greeted, “Madam!”

Before anyone could react,

Mingzhu pushed open the heavy red-lacquered office door.

What met her eyes was a man and woman sitting extremely close on the sofa.

They seemed to be discussing some amusing topic.

The man’s sharp eyebrows and eyes were relaxed.

It was a gentle expression Mingzhu hadn’t seen in a long time.

Sheng Yuan leaned back casually on the sofa, completely at ease.

The gentle smile on his face stiffened when he saw Mingzhu appear.

The girl noticed the tense atmosphere and looked up.

Her innocent almond-shaped eyes gazed confusedly at Mingzhu standing in the doorway.

Mingzhu didn’t know what she was thinking.

The scene appeared normal, with no inappropriate behavior.

Yet Mingzhu didn’t feel relieved.

She had prepared herself, waiting for the final crushing blow.

The reality being different from her expectations left her feeling somewhat regretful.

“What are you back for?”

Sheng Yuan’s tone was indifferent, showing no guilt.

He took another cigarette from the coffee table and lit it, his movements lazy and slow.

Pale smoke drifted gently from his lips.

Behind the curling haze, his eyes were unreadable.

Mingzhu clearly saw the admiration and reverence in the girl’s gaze toward Sheng Yuan.

A young girl’s springtime fancy.

She studied Sheng Yuan again. Compared to his arrogant and flamboyant self in his early twenties,

the current Sheng Yuan was mature and restrained, tall with long legs, his features sharp and commanding.

His well-built physique, encased in a custom-tailored suit, exuded vibrant masculinity.

Handsome and wealthy indeed enough to attract any member of the opposite sex.

To a large extent, she had chosen to marry Sheng Yuan because of his exceptionally handsome face.

Mingzhu approached, looking down at them from above, and said calmly, “I’m not here for anything.”

“Auntie, hello.”

The girl spoke innocently, her voice clear and melodious like an oriole’s song.

Mingzhu nodded inwardly. As expected of Sheng Yuan he certainly knew how to enjoy himself.

But if not for the girl’s words, which Mingzhu perceived as provocative and tactless,

perhaps she wouldn’t have acted so impulsively.

“Auntie?” Mingzhu’s fingertips trembled as she touched the corner of her eye.

Fine lines had indeed appeared, but she was definitely not old enough to be called “auntie” by a college student.

The girl nodded earnestly.

She could tell the lady before her was no longer young.

The food Mingzhu had brought still sat on Sheng Yuan’s desk, not yet cleared away.

She walked over quickly.

Picking up the soup she had specially asked Aunt Liu to prepare Sheng Yuan’s favorite.

Before either of them could react.

A bowl of still-warm soup was poured directly onto Sheng Yuan’s expensive suit.

Sheng Yuan looked down in disbelief, glanced at his clothes, and spat out the cigarette that had been extinguished by the soup.

The girl beside him hurriedly stood up, pulling out napkins to frantically wipe Sheng Yuan’s clothes.

“Mr. Sheng, Mr. Sheng, are you alright?”

Mingzhu watched this scene, her fair and beautiful face showing no expression.

She even thought it was a pity that the soup had been wasted.

“Are you… are you insane? Why did you pour soup on Mr. Sheng? Who exactly are you?”

The girl stamped her foot in anger.

Sheng Yuan pushed the girl aside, his face still glistening with greasy soup stains, a few strands of hair hanging limply down.

Soup dripped along his jawline, his narrow eyes almost spitting fire.

Sheng Yuan stood up, spat viciously to the side, and gritted his teeth, “Mingzhu!”

Mingzhu defiantly raised her head to look at him, not backing down in the slightest.

Sheng Yuan raised his hand high, staring at Mingzhu’s face.

Mingzhu’s pupils trembled in disbelief.

“You want to hit me?”