Taming The Hidden Bigshot By Kissing Him-Chapter 637: Zhong Yi Must Have a Trump Card

Lu Yingxue’s expression was unbearably sour.

"You gave birth to his child? Did you ask for my opinion first?" Lu Yingxue gritted her teeth as she asked.

Ye Ying bit her lip. "As long as Young Master Zhong agreed, that’s all that matters. Miss Lu, you haven’t officially registered your marriage with him yet, so I don’t think you have the right to meddle in our affairs."

She didn’t know where she got the courage, but she actually managed to cast off her usual timidity and speak this way in front of Lu Yingxue.

Lu Yingxue couldn’t hold back any longer, raising her hand to slap her across the face.

Slap!

Slap!

Two consecutive sounds echoed.

Red, swollen handprints appeared on Ye Ying’s face, but she showed absolutely no intention of backing down.

Just as Lu Yingxue was about to strike again, Zhong Yi reached out and firmly grabbed her wrist, saying, "Have you vented enough? Do you want to slap me a few times too before you’ll feel satisfied?"

"Ayi, we haven’t even gotten married yet, and you let Ye Ying live in our house—what is the meaning of this?" Lu Yingxue looked at him coldly, her face full of dissatisfaction.

The others joined in to criticize him.

"That’s right, Young Master Zhong, you’ve gone too far. How can you let the mistress parade openly into the house? Sure, men with money can play a bit, but bringing her home is crossing the line."

"Miss Lu is so wonderful, yet you wronged her. Good slap! You’re supposed to slap the mistress!"

"Young Master Zhong, this is your fault."

The crowd targeted Zhong Yi with their accusations, including a few of Lu Yingxue’s admirers.

Zhong Yi sneered. "Don’t mix up the roles of the mistress and the victim. Whether Ye Ying is a mistress or a victim—I’m well aware of who the true instigator is."

"And what about Lu Yingxue? Isn’t she also a victim? Why should she have to pay the price for all of this? It couldn’t have been Miss Lu who drugged you on your engagement night, right? She’s the biggest victim in all of this!"

One of Lu Yingxue’s most fervent admirers voiced her grievances for her.

"The biggest victim?"

Zhong Yi sneered when he heard this remark.

He grabbed Lu Yingxue’s wrist harshly, forcing her to come closer.

The two were close enough to be intimate, but the air between them was far from romantic—instead, it seethed with hostility.

In a low voice, Zhong Yi said, "Lu Yingxue, whether you’re a victim or the culprit, I know very well. I didn’t dig deeper because I didn’t see the need to rip the mask off. Zhong Lingxiao’s people didn’t succeed—so guess, who was it? That bowl of hangover soup, I tested it; there was nothing wrong with it. But... what about the faint fragrance lingering in the room that night?"

That peculiar scent.

It came from the flowers arranged in the room.

Among those flowers, hidden were likely some medicinal herbs.

"Don’t treat me like a fool. Agreeing to keep our marriage contract is already the biggest compromise I’m willing to make. If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and call the Old Master to complain, demand he takes your side, and have him abolish my position as a potential heir. Can you do that?"

Lu Yingxue’s heart skipped a beat.

Even though she had been so discreet in her actions.

Zhong Yi had seen through everything!

But she couldn’t call the Old Master to complain—if she couldn’t handle it when Zhong Yi brought home another woman, what made her think she could convince everyone she was capable of managing the household as the future Zhong Family matriarch?

She needed to prove her worth to the Old Master.

Not constantly bother him for help.

Otherwise, she believed the Old Master might consider picking a new fiancée for Zhong Yi. Lu Yingxue had a premonition that the Old Master was biased toward Zhong Yi.

And perhaps... Zhong Lingxiao himself was merely a whetstone for Zhong Yi!

After all the years Zhong Yi had fought for the heir’s position, how could he possibly give up on the final stretch?

He must have a trump card!

Did this mean their future was destined to be a marriage only for appearances?

Zhong Yi noticed every flicker of emotion on her face, sneering as he watched. "Thought it through yet? Are you still going to insist you love me? Or decide instead to play the role of the perfect Young Madam of the Zhong Family? No one gets to have it both ways, Lu Yingxue."

"Do you want me to expose everything, or preserve the visage of your gentle and virtuous reputation?"

He was threatening her!

As long as Zhong Yi claimed that she was the one who tampered with the drug that night, everyone present would look at her differently.

Lu Yingxue nearly bit through the tip of her tongue.

She took a deep breath, raised her head to look at him, and said slowly, "Alright, I know what to do now."

She called over a maid and instructed, "Take Miss Ye’s luggage to the guest room and have her stay here for a month."

Swallowing her pride!

Everyone was stunned!

No one expected Lu Yingxue to endure such humiliation.

Lu Yingxue turned to Ye Ying and said, "Miss Ye, I’m letting you stay here out of consideration for what happened between you and Ayi that night. Since Ayi insists you’re not a mistress, then please remember your place. If you’re not pregnant by the end of the month, I ask you to leave. What happened that night—I’ll compensate you financially for it. Is that acceptable?"

Her own magnanimity made her burn with anger.

Ye Ying nodded. "Rest assured, Miss Lu. There’s no extra affection between Young Master Zhong and me."

She was merely someone Zhong Yi had brought in to provoke Lu Yingxue.

Though she remained puzzled as to why relations between Zhong Yi and Lu Yingxue were so tense.

"Today is our housewarming banquet. Sorry for wasting everyone’s time. Please take your seats—I’ll have the kitchen serve the dishes. The chefs today are from Imperial Capital’s most prestigious hotel and will present several signature dishes for your enjoyment. After the meal, we’ll have some games prepared..."

Lu Yingxue raised her voice to address the crowd.

She then whispered a few instructions to a maid, seemingly about preparing the games.

"Miss Ye, you’ve had a long journey and don’t need to stay here with us any longer. I’ll have the maids deliver your food to your room so you can rest well." Lu Yingxue left no room for courtesy in her words to Ye Ying.

Ye Ying, not intending to stay, nodded and followed the maid upstairs.

The guests began taking their seats according to the arrangement.

Zhong Yi turned to look at the couple seated in the quiet corner, his face instantly darkened.

He hadn’t noticed earlier that Huo Xingzhou was here—let alone that he had brought Qiao Xi along.

The thought of them witnessing everything just now enraged Zhong Yi beyond words.

Lu Yingxue’s voice wasn’t warm like before, instead carrying an unmistakable tone of indifference. "President Huo said you invited them to the housewarming banquet. There were last-minute difficulties with arrangements, so they could only be seated in the back."

Zhong Yi sneered upon hearing this.

"Arrange for them to sit at the main table. Have your unrelated friends give up their spots. Not just anyone is qualified to sit at the Zhong Family’s main table," Zhong Yi said coldly, seeing through Lu Yingxue’s ulterior motives.

As Imperial Capital’s top family, the Zhong Family always drew opportunists seeking to curry favor with Zhong Yi.

If they couldn’t find an opening through him directly, they’d go through Lu Yingxue instead.

Lu Yingxue’s face grew colder, her lips tightly pressed together as she spat out a faint acknowledgment in reply.

Her gaze swept to Qiao Xi and Huo Xingzhou as they walked in, a shadow falling over her eyes.

Today had been a disgrace witnessed by Qiao Xi; the turbulent emotions in her heart surged wildly.

She hated Qiao Xi with every fiber of her being!

But soon—she’d have her revenge!

Once Qiao Xi learned the truth, she’d be crushed with grief!