Madam Xue, clad in an elegant white evening gown, was accompanied by Vice President Xue Zheng, a white-haired old man who, despite his advanced age, exuded vitality and a face of deep cunning.
She held onto the Vice President's arm, her smile blooming like flowers upon her face.
"Mr. President, may I ask who this is?" Madam Xue greeted Yeh Cangqiong with warmth, yet she deliberately pretended not to recognize Chi Xiaoyu.
In fact, she knew who Chi Xiaoyu was; she just wanted to understand Yeh Cangqiong's mindset for bringing Chi Xiaoyu to such an event so openly.
And what sort of status and identity it would confer on Chi Xiaoyu.
Yeh Cangqiong straightened his suit, his complexion calm and composed.
"This is my wife..."
Madam Xue covered her mouth with her hand and let out a coquettish chuckle, "Mr. President, you're joking too much. Mheimhei has been pining for you all this time. You're not married, so how could you have a wife?"
Yeh Cangqiong, however, remained serene.
