Chapter 2: Why Must the President Insist on Becoming the Other Woman?

"Zhang Xiluo, you’ve really outdone yourself!" Li Mingye’s voice was icy, as if he wished he could skin Zhang Xiluo alive right then and there.

"Why do you sound exactly like that dog of a man? Such a buzzkill." Zhang Xiluo waved him off, unwilling to engage. "Zhan, I want more to drink."

Suddenly, both her feet left the ground—someone had hoisted her onto their shoulder. She shrieked in fright.

"Shut up," Li Mingye barked.

"You—you—put me down! I want to drink, Zhan—"

Li Mingye’s expression grew even darker, as if a vast green field had bloomed above his head. He swore he’d wring the neck of this so-called "Zhan" with his own hands.

Jostled about, Zhang Xiluo felt nauseous; the adhesive of her chest pad threatened to fail at any moment.

"Ah! It’s coming off—"

Zhang Xiluo smacked Li Mingye’s backside, sticking her chest pad to his trousers. Li Mingye jolted to a halt.

"What are you doing!" he roared, beyond furious.

"Ugh..." Zhang Xiluo opened her mouth and promptly vomited, right onto him. Li Mingye was struck dumb.

This woman had really thrown up on him!

"Zhang! Xi! Luo!"

...

The next morning, Zhang Xiluo was jolted awake by a phone call.

"Luoluo, are you still alive?" Xu Xinyi’s anxious voice came through the line.

"Huh?!" Zhang Xiluo, still half-asleep, snapped to attention at the mention of last night’s events. Xu Xinyi’s words made her sober up instantly. "Did I really call him a dog to his face?"

"You did." Xu Xinyi fell silent for a few seconds. "And, there’s something else—Li Mingye is at our hospital... he came to see a female college student..."

"That’s perfect!" Zhang Xiluo burst out laughing. The beloved white moonlight had finally appeared! Now she could get a divorce, and might even walk away with shares in the Li Group.

After all, in her past life, Li Mingye had gone to great lengths to divorce her.

"Luoluo, are you sure you’re alright?" Hearing Zhang Xiluo’s laughter, Xu Xinyi grew even more concerned.

"I’m really fine; he can look at whoever he likes. I’m hanging up now—I need a shower."

Zhang Xiluo ended the call, her expression shifting subtly. At last, she would meet the woman who had stolen her husband—the very white moonlight she’d heard about.

In her previous life, the closest she’d ever come to this woman was at death’s door. She’d chased after Li Mingye and his white moonlight in a wild drive, only to get into a fatal accident...

This time, Zhang Xiluo carefully chose a plain white dress and, following Xu Xinyi’s directions, found the hospital room where the white moonlight—Zhou Yao—was staying.

Li Mingye stood inside, his gaze fixed on Zhou Yao with an intensity Zhang Xiluo had never witnessed before.

With her head half-bowed, Zhou Yao called out softly, "Mr. Li," her voice sweet and delicate.

In that moment, Zhang Xiluo understood why Li Mingye loved her. Zhou Yao was like a blooming sunflower—full of life, shy, and irresistibly charming. Even with her head lowered, that gentle, lively face was visible; her sparkling eyes seemed to speak. From hair to toes, she exuded youthful radiance, her whole being aglow.

"Do you need something?" Li Mingye’s voice softened, making Zhang Xiluo’s skin prickle.

"I..." Zhou Yao began, but before she could finish, a young man in a denim T-shirt burst into the room. He hurried to stand protectively between Zhou Yao and Li Mingye, worry etched on his face. "Yao Yao, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, don’t worry."

"You’re my sweetheart—how could I not worry?"

The two young people continued their sweet exchange, oblivious to everyone else. Li Mingye stood by, his face as black as thunder, silent and grim.

Zhang Xiluo stared at him in disbelief—so the dog of a man was actually the third wheel!

Her mood instantly soared. Even that man could taste the bitterness of unrequited love and being ignored!

Heaven’s justice comes full circle; who can escape it?