Wendy Fang's mind was filled with stories about wealthy men turning bad, cheating on their girlfriends, and sneaking around behind their backs.
She started imagining Winston Fan as one of those playboys in the news, and the more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
Without thinking twice, she stormed through the hotel entrance.
"Miss—" The lobby manager barely had time to greet her before Wendy swept past like a whirlwind.
"I'm a member here! Move!" Wendy yelled furiously, dialing her phone as she rushed inside.
"Winston, where the hell are you? If you don't tell me the truth, I'll scream so loud the whole world will know!" Wendy was truly losing it.
She felt a real sense of crisis.
It used to be Yina Yin, now it's any other beautiful woman.
Wendy knew she wasn't pretty enough or capable enough. The only thing she had going for her was her degree from Aston University.
But there were tons of Aston grads—thousands every year. They wouldn't miss her if she was gone.
That's why Wendy Fang had to keep an eye on Winston Fan—she couldn't let any other woman steal him away.
She never thought Winston was such a hot commodity until she saw how rich the Fan Family really was. Now, Wendy was anxious and insecure.
Especially last time, when she went to see Linda Fang. Linda was in the dressing room, picking out clothes.
The room was huge, filled with Linda's latest seasonal outfits.
Every single piece was custom-made.
Jewelry and bags were all designer exclusives, too.
Even the most ordinary-looking stud earrings started at six figures.
The Fan Family's wealth dazzled Wendy Fang—her eyes, her heart, everything.
Wendy's original intention was just to chase Winston Fan because she liked him, but now she couldn't help dreaming about all that money.
Especially after she secretly took the limited edition Chanel bag Winston gave her to a class reunion—hearing her classmates' praise and envy, Wendy's heart was anything but calm.
So, she had to do everything she could to hold on to this wealth.
She absolutely refused to let anyone else take it away.
Wendy was practically screaming into the phone: "Winston Fan, where are you? Where exactly are you? Tell me the truth!"
Winston covered the phone and instinctively glanced at the beautiful woman sitting across from him, feeling a wave of embarrassment.
He'd never felt this embarrassed before.
Why had Wendy suddenly become like this?
"If this is inconvenient for you, I can come back another day," Ms. Shaw said with a charming smile, every gesture full of allure.
"Ms. Shaw, please wait a moment." Winston awkwardly stood up, covering the phone. "What are you making a scene for? I'm in a business meeting!"
"Why do you need to meet for business at a hotel? Do you think I'm stupid? I want to see you—right now!" Wendy burst into tears, crying loudly.
People nearby started whispering to each other.
Wendy didn't care at all—she just kept crying.
Winston felt even more embarrassed.
He knew that if he didn't see Wendy today, she wouldn't let it go.
"I'm in Room 1516," Winston said helplessly. "Come over."
Once Wendy got the room number, she wiped her tears, spun around, and marched over with fierce determination.
As soon as she reached Room 1516, Wendy looked up and saw an absolutely stunning woman chatting intimately with Winston.
Wendy's temper flared instantly, burning away every last bit of her reason.
Winston hadn't noticed Wendy's mood yet. He stood up, ready to introduce the two: "Ms. Shaw, this is my girl—"
Before Winston could finish, Wendy suddenly charged over and slapped the beautiful woman's face.
Smack! The slap landed loudly on the woman's cheek.
"You shameless woman! Are there no other men in the world? Don't you know he has a girlfriend?" Wendy shouted angrily at her.
Winston and the woman were both stunned!
After a long pause, the beautiful woman slapped Wendy right back, then turned to Winston in fury. "Mr. Fan, what is this? Did you bring this woman here to embarrass me? Let's just forget about this deal! I, Serena Shaw, have plenty of other partners!"
Winston rushed to stop Serena Shaw. "Ms. Shaw, this is a misunderstanding—please, let me explain!"
"No need to explain." Serena shot up and said, "Please leave!"
"Ms. Shaw, I—"
Before Winston could finish, Wendy suddenly burst into tears, clutching her face and whining to Winston: "She hit me! She actually hit me! Winston, how could you let someone hit me?"
Winston's head was buzzing.
He felt utterly humiliated.
Winston dragged Wendy aside and apologized to Serena Shaw. "Ms. Shaw, I'll give you an explanation for all this. Sorry, I'm leaving now."
With that, Winston dragged Wendy out of the room.
Wendy was still flailing. "Winston, we can't just leave! She hit me..."
"Shut up!" Winston finally lost his cool and snapped, "Wendy, what's gotten into you?"
"What's gotten into me? Don't you know why?" Wendy yanked her hand away and started yelling in the hotel corridor: "You haven't come to see me for two weeks! What do you mean by that? Your mom already agreed to us dating, and now, at this crucial moment, you're backing out! And you have the nerve to question me?"
Winston, completely exasperated, tried to explain, holding back his anger: "Didn't I tell you? I've been busy with work!"
"Why wasn't there so much work before? Why is it suddenly so busy now?" Wendy was being unreasonable.
"My mom used to handle most of the social events, but now that she says I have a girlfriend, I have to take care of the Fan Family's networking. Technically, these events should be your job. Can you do it? Can you really? If you can't, then it's up to me!" Winston shot back at Wendy.
Wendy felt a little guilty. "I... I... What about that woman? What's your relationship with her? Why do you have to meet at a hotel?"
Winston rubbed his head in frustration, feeling like his scalp was about to explode.
"That's because Ms. Shaw isn't from around here—she's in town for a summit! Where else would she stay but a hotel? I waited ages for a chance to catch Ms. Shaw during her break! Do you have any idea how much this summit could help my company? Now you've ruined everything!" Winston jerked his hand away, shaking with anger.
"You... Are you really just talking business? Nothing else?" Wendy asked uncertainly.
"Ms. Shaw's been married for years—her kid's in elementary school!" Winston was so angry he didn't know what to say.
Only then did Wendy realize she'd misunderstood.
"I'm sorry! I really didn't know—I thought you'd been seduced by some vixen outside." Wendy walked up to Winston, apologizing with tears in her eyes. "Winston, I'm sorry, I just care about you too much. You ignored me for two weeks, and I thought you didn't want me anymore! Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you need! Or I can go apologize to Ms. Shaw—I'll do anything if she'll forgive you!"
With that, Wendy turned and ran back.
"Come back. Get back here!" Winston grabbed Wendy and pulled her back. "Can you please stop making a scene?"
"How am I making a scene? I'm going to apologize!" Wendy said stubbornly. "I'm being serious—how could she not forgive you after such a heartfelt apology?"
"Enough, Wendy. Just go home, okay?" Winston said through gritted teeth. "Please, stop causing trouble."
"Then... will you come back tonight?" Wendy asked timidly.
"Yes!" Winston replied, grinding his teeth.
Wendy finally cheered up, smiling as she said, "Then I'll make dinner and wait for you tonight!"
Winston nodded without expression, and only then did Wendy leave happily.
After Wendy left, Winston turned and went back to Room 1516.
Serena Shaw was sitting on the sofa, with someone rolling a warm egg over her face.
"Mr. Fan, is there anything else?" Serena asked coldly.
Winston had never felt so humiliated or embarrassed in his life.
"Ms. Shaw, I came back specifically to apologize. I'm willing to give up three percent of the profit as compensation for the trouble." Winston said with difficulty.
Serena, who had been furious, suddenly smiled and waved her assistant away. "Mr. Fan, do you realize that giving up three percent means you're basically losing money on this deal?"
"It's only fair. Wendy offended you, and if this punishment can make you feel better, I'm grateful." Winston forced a bitter smile.
Just moments ago, they'd been arguing endlessly over profit distribution—even a tenth of a percent was a big deal.
But now, Winston squeezed his profit margin to the limit, giving it all up to Serena Shaw.
That was one expensive slap!
Nobody says no to money.
A slap in exchange for hundreds of millions in profit—totally worth it.
Serena decided to let it go. "Since you're so sincere, Mr. Fan, that's settled. By the way, your girlfriend's got quite the temper! Lucky she ran into me—I'm not one to hold a grudge. But if she picked a fight with someone less forgiving, you'd have a real mess on your hands. If you're just playing around, forget I said anything. But if you're serious, let me give you some advice: marry someone wise. Even if she doesn't have the talent of the Yin family's eldest daughter, at least she shouldn't cause trouble."
"Thank you for the advice, Ms. Shaw." Winston's face burned with embarrassment—his pride had been trampled into the ground.
"I've said enough," Serena replied bluntly. "I need to take care of my skin—no way I'm showing up at tomorrow's meeting with a handprint on my face."