"Qiao Ming, you're my good friend. He's my husband!"

　　"Friend? If it weren't for the encounter with Xia, do you think I would have made friends with you? I am the granddaughter of a poor family in Nanyuan City, a real rich and powerful young lady. Do I need a friend like you? I became friends with you from the first year of high school because of the encounter with Xia. Now that we are on the bed, you are worthless to me... That night, he asked me many times in your bed. We were crazy..."

　　Staring coldly at Qiao Ming, he raised his hand and poured the coffee onto her face.

　　Qiao Ming screamed, "Fu Weiliang, how dare you spill coffee on me!"

　　"How dare I hit you!" He grabbed Qiao Ming's hair and pressed her down on the table. "As a mistress, you claim to be a true notable young lady. Do you think you're worthy of that? You've ruined someone else's family, and you've lost all the face of the thin man's family!"

　　"You're all dead. Pull her away, or I'll have my uncle fire you!" Qiao Ming painfully shouted to the waiter at the side.

　　The two waitresses had to force themselves to keep away from the cold.

　　Qiao Ming used a towel to wipe the coffee stain on her face awkwardly. Panting, she said, "Fu Weibing, you know how dirty you are. Did he touch you once during the three years you've been married? Four years ago, when I saw you like that, who do you think was more embarrassed and who's more disgusting?"

　　She felt a little cold and rushed to her, but the waiter stopped her in a panic.

　　Having been classmates for so many years, Qiao Ming understood Fu Weiliang's open-minded character. He unconsciously took a step back and said to the waiter beside him, "You told my uncle that I'm going back to Nan Yuan City, so he can rest assured." Then he ran away.

　　After Qiao Ming left, the farce ended. The people in the restaurant looked at her with sympathy.

　　Her husband cheated on her good friend, so they sympathized with her and pitied her?

　　She, Fu Weiliang, didn't need it!

　　"A steak with black pepper, lobster soup, a stomach dish with French red wine duck liver and candied date..."

　　...

　　The luxury western restaurant was decorated in a simple way, with a huge glass partition that divided the large restaurant into two independent dining areas.

　　A tall and slender man stood behind the partition. He wore a white shirt, straight black trousers, and shiny leather shoes. His deep black eyes quietly looked at the girl in a white dress in front of the dining table. She cried and ate, but her waist was very straight.

　　The manager of the restaurant finished his work and turned around the partition to see him. He respectfully called out to Mr. Huo.

　　Mr. Huo stood still and didn't move his eyes. He just looked at the girl with a complicated expression in his eyes.

　　The manager was sure that he was looking at the girl whose husband had been taken away by his good friend, and took the initiative to report the whole story of the quarrel between the two girls.

　　Mr. Huo suddenly felt a little dejected and interrupted him, "Today's restaurant is closed, leave her alone."

　　The manager was full of doubts, but he still followed the order to "kick away" the guests who were enjoying the scene of bustle. He arranged staff to arrange for the staff to go to the conference room, leaving Fu Weiliang alone in the big restaurant.

　　She felt a little cold and finished all the food, only to find that she seemed to be alone in the restaurant.

　　"Where are all the people at the peak of the meal?"

　　She was puzzled, and faintly felt that there was a burning gaze following her. She turned around by instinct, and there was no one...

　　She looked up to the second floor and happened to meet the pair of dark eyes behind the floor-to-ceiling windows.

　　There was no warmth in his deep eyes, but he looked at her with exceptional concentration.