Wang Weixi had always watched groups of women gathered together for flower tea appreciation parties in those dry and uninteresting soap operas, but he had never thought of that one day, his woman would be required to attend one of these boring parties as well.
"What did you say?" Wang Weixi shouted in consternation at Yi Duanfang on the dining table. Sitting beside him was Chen Kexin, who appeared to be in shock.
Ignoring the eye-catching "strawberry" mark that was planted on Wang Weixin's neck, Yi Duanfang behaved like a lady as usual as he said calmly, lifting his pinky, "Why are you so shocked about it? This is normal. Don't tell me you don't know about it."
"Obviously! How would I know?" Wang Weixi instantly gave him the cold shoulder after hearing Yi Duanfeng's words—the female colleagues from his company would love to invite Chen Kexin for a tea session on the 15th. This news had, no doubt, shocked him.
At the sight of Wang Weixi's disgusting attitude, Yi Duanfeng snorted in disdain and took a bite of food on the plate before he began his explanation, while Wang Weixi and his wife were staring at him anxiously.
"After all, you are the 'friend of the office ladies' in the company." He cautiously took a glance at Chen Kexin, who looked surprised, and then he continued, "Now that you're married, those sisters will definitely treat your wife as their friend. Isn't that great? Everyone can get to know each other. Those sisters in the office can help you in the future as well. Moreover, all of them come from prestige families. Even if they're unable to assist you at work, I bet it will still come in useful in other aspects, right?"
Wang Weixi looked offended and said unwillingly, "Why do I need to make use of others? And..." He paused for a moment before he continued, "And you mentioned that a newly joined lady must prepare a dish during the tea session. Kexin doesn't know anything about cooking. What's the purpose of attending?"
Chen Kexin felt embarrassed and lowered her head as she heard those words.
On the other hand, Yi Duanfang was pleased as this could let him despise Chen Kexin more openly. Who asked you to be so useless? Heehee, here's a punishment for you to steal our Weixi from us!
Despite being pleased with the situation, he appeared to look worried and said, "Exactly. That's why you must teach Kexin how to cook within the next few days. I thought you can do everything. No?"
"I..." Wang Weixi hesitated and said nothing.
Chen Kexin raised her head grumpily and asked cautiously, "That's... Sister Duanfang, Can I not go...?"
Yi Duanfang rolled his eyes and said in an annoyed tone, "Of course you can't. Aren't you showing them disrespect if you choose not to attend? Moreover, you are from a prestigious family. They might think that you are looking down on them. Since all of you are from rich families, aren't you putting Weixi in a bad light if you act snobbish?"
"Stop your nonsense!" Wang Weixi said glumly.
Yi Duanfang stared at Wang Weixi's gloomy expression and snorted. Then, feeling satisfied, he lowered his head and continued his meal.
Chen Kexin leaned back on the chair like a deflated balloon as she put down her bowl of rice and chopsticks on the table. She looked dejected.
Wang Weixi was feeling dismal as well. Indeed, those ladies were treating him well. His life at work was less painful because of their help. They could even help him in the promotion if some other employees didn't have good backgrounds. Of course, they brought up the matter before, but he rejected their offer.
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Saving Wang
DragosteWang Weixi, a boy from a mountain village, had a cyber-date with Chen Kexin, a girl from a wealthy family. After a one-night stand, they tied the knot. He thought he married a pretty and lovely wife, so he did not expect that he had to do all the do...