Mr. Bigshot Is Obsessed with His Hidden-Marriage Wife
Chapter 172: The Scumbag Gets His Just Deserts

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: The Scumbag Gets His Just Deserts

Underling puzzled, "She’s Mr. Tang’s woman, why would she help a cop?"

If she hadn’t shown up out of the blue, that cop would have fallen for their trap, dead or alive, who could say?

"Because she’s a cop too," an informed insider revealed. "You guys still don’t know Mr. Tang’s wife is a forensic pathologist?"

"So young and beautiful, a forensic pathologist? Dealing with dead bodies every day?"

"Her dad is Meng Yusheng, her husband is Tang Jingyao, would you dare mess with her?" Li Jin took a drag of his cigarette, feeling bad luck, "The chicks I’ve been eyeing lately, each more quality than the last, but their backgrounds, each tougher than the last."

"Which other girl has Mr. Li taken a fancy to?" A fellow rich second-generation teased with a laugh, "Can only say you have high standards, the ones you fancy are all top-notch."

"A female doctor, truly good-looking." Li Jin’s underling hurriedly said, "Too bad, she’s Mr. Fu’s woman."

"Mr. Fu’s woman?" The rich second-generation’s mind clicked, "Is she surnamed Ye, works at the Holy Land Hospital?"

"You actually knew?" Li Jin narrowed his eyes, "I was the first to notice her, after Mr. Fu gets bored of her, she definitely won’t be your turn."

"How could I dare to compete with Mr. Li for a woman?" The rich second-generation leaned in, whispering, "I ran into a member of the Liang Family at a drinks party a few days ago, he’s usually chummy with Mr. Fu, knows a lot about Mr. Fu’s affairs."

"Liang Zheng?"

The kid’s family background was ridiculously good, but was a few screws loose in the head, in this circle, if not for Fu Xingzhou taking him under his wing, he’d have been swindled clean long ago.

But Fu Xingzhou treated him extremely well, protected him like a younger brother.

Born into a good family, lucky as a fish in water.

"Yes, Young Master Liang." The rich second-generation blinked, "Young Master Liang got drunk that day, spilled a secret."

Li Jin leaned in even closer, ears perked up—who didn’t love gossip?

"Young Master Liang said, Mr. Fu broke up with that Doctor Ye a long time ago, the two of them even had an unpleasant falling out, and Doctor Ye has found someone new now."

"Someone new?"

"I heard it’s a colleague of hers." The rich second-generation clicked his tongue, "Probably found some fall guy to take her on, after being with Mr. Fu, how could she still like an ordinary colleague?"

"Is this news reliable?"

"Young Master Liang said it himself, with his relationship to Mr. Fu, it’s definitely not pulled from the air." The rich second-generation picked up his glass and clinked it with Li Jin’s, "Mr. Fu’s even here at the clubhouse tonight, but didn’t bring that female doctor."

"You’ve seen Mr. Fu?"

"Somebody saw him, in Mr. Tang’s private room."

When Li Jin heard this news, excitement burst from every pore.

But he wasn’t some greenhorn. Seeing is believing, hearing is uncertain; he couldn’t take the rich second-generation’s word as the truth.

What if it was just a spat between two people?

He was able to thrive in this circle not only because of his brains but also because of his cautious approach in all matters.

Being hasty wasn’t the devil, but it might bring the real devil knocking.

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In the private room, someone was singing, the voice delicate and delightful, no idea whose little songstress had been brought along.

Fu Xingzhou leaned on the couch, eyes closed in rest, as though the noise around him had nothing to do with him.

Wherever he sat, that place became a space with its own isolation shield, no strangers allowed.

"Fu Er’s not really going to become a monk, right?" Liang Zheng hugged the young model beside him, a look of concern on his face, "So many beauties, and he doesn’t give any of them a second glance, Brother Tang, do you think he’s having issues in that department?"

Tang Jingyao was in the midst of removing ice cubes from his drink, one by one, when he heard the words and laughed, "Why don’t you ask him yourself?"

"I’m not looking to die." Liang Zheng was utterly miserable, as next week he was to be banished to the resort and the mere thought of being without fine wine, beautiful women, and this wonderful entertaining atmosphere for a long time made him want to die.

Tang Jingyao handed the de-iced juice to the person beside him, his voice gentle, "Now it won’t be cold."

"Thank you." Meng Tian took it, took a sip with her head down, her gaze falling on the man across from her.

Since her arrival, he’d been sitting there like that, aloof from the world, a picture of loneliness.

Although he’d done detestable things, at this moment he genuinely seemed pitiable, like a soulless shell. No matter how bright and shiny on the outside, he’d already rotted within.

"Brother Tang, couldn’t you just have a waiter do that for you?" Liang Zheng could not comprehend, "Or just make a new drink."

Meng Tian said the juice was cold, so he picked out the ice, with utmost patience.

"She’s thirsty and can’t wait."

With a single sentence, Tang Jingyao left Liang Zheng speechless.

"Brother Tang, is Jiang Ying about to get out?" Liang Zheng, fearing Tang Jingyao might not hear him, even raised his voice.

Meng Tian, who was drinking juice, suddenly tightened her grip on the cup, but swiftly resumed enjoying the performance of the young singer as if nothing had happened.

The young singer, who rose to fame through a talent show and debuted in the center position, really could sing.

"You should spend this time minding your own business." Tang Jingyao patted his head, "If the resort work isn’t enough for you, I have a hotel under construction you could work on."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, you lot are all the same, always threatening me."

Tang Jingyao: ...

This man would one day die because of his own mouth.

Their conversations often brought up Jiang Ying.

Before she went to jail, she used to hang out with these people, especially familiar with Liang Zheng and He Xu’an.

Mentioning Jiang Ying used to be a sore spot for Tang Jingyao, but now that she was about to be released, why was he not willing to talk about it?

Liang Zheng curled his lip and turned to a nearby young model to share his grievances.

Tang Jingyao looked at the woman beside him, his gaze lingering long on her face as if searching for the slightest hint of emotional fluctuation.

Unfortunately, there was none.

Meng Tian seemed to be intently watching Fu Xingzhou, completely uninterested in their conversation.

Even when Liang Zheng mentioned Jiang Ying, she did not care.

Suddenly, Tang Jingyao felt an uncomfortable blockage in his heart, a nameless melancholy gathering, making everything displeasing to his eye.

"Is he Australian dollars, that you’ve been staring non-stop for so long?" Tang Jingyao waved a hand in front of Meng Tian’s eyes, his tone dissatisfied.

Meng Tian withdrew her gaze, giving him a cold glance, "I was watching a scumbag get what he deserves."

"Fu Er is not a scumbag." Tang Jingyao sighed helplessly, "He made a mistake, but he paid the price for it. You can deny everything about him, but his love for Ye Yan can’t be faked."

"His so-called love involves using someone else’s life as a bargaining chip. Such love, I’d rather not have." Meng Tian grew even more angry, "In your eyes, your own interests are always the most important."

"Alright, you’re right, I won’t argue with you."

Meng Tian was clearly on Ye Yan’s side, and any further discussion between the two would lead nowhere.

"This is pointless, I’m leaving." Having listened to the young singer finish the song, Meng Tian picked up her purse ready to leave.

Outside, suddenly, a commotion arose. Even through the thick doors of the private room, every word could be heard clearly.