She was caught by the media ordering some male company in a private bar room, with some ambiguous and provocative scenes shown.
Overnight, Lu Ming's wife Jing Yiren became infamous, and everyone knew her. This caused Lu Corporation's stocks to plummet during that period.
No matter how beautiful this woman was, no one dared to want her. Bound by this, Mr. Lu naturally wanted to divorce. But Miss Jing started to cry, throw tantrums, and threaten suicide.
Jing Yiren was sitting on the sofa and looked around the room, her gaze returning to the butler.
"What's your name?"
"..." Butler Wu stared back at her coldly. She didn't know his name?
Thinking about it, Butler Wu replied, "Miss Jing, my name is Wu Hao!"
"Wu! I'm hungry. Prepare a meal. It's late, so just keep it simple!"
She was starving. If it weren't for maintaining her princess-like noble image, she would have collapsed in a heap, gobbling up any food she could get.
"..." Butler Wu paused, looking at Jing Yiren with a mixture of surprise and confusion.
He was a butler, not a cook, much less a maid. Right now, the cook and maid had clocked out, so these duties didn't fall on him.
Regardless, she was the employer, so Butler Wu asked, "Miss Jing, what would you like to eat?"
Jing Yiren tilted her head in thought, considering some of her favorite dishes.
"How about some braised abalone with roe, shark chicken soup, goose palm and clam soup? Just start with these simple ones!"
"..." Simplicity, was it?
If he wasn't mistaken, these were classical dishes from the Manchu Han Imperial Feast, which average chefs could not prepare.
Miss Jing sure had a picky palate.
If a cook can't prepare it, what makes you think a butler can?
Butler Wu pointed coldly in the direction of the kitchen: "Miss Jing! There's a refrigerator in the kitchen. It might have some frozen food or convenient things. Please help yourself! The cook has clocked out."
With those words, Butler Wu turned and walked upstairs!
"..." Jing Yiren was fuming. Even if the people here didn't know her, she was still a princess. When had she ever been treated like this? She was spoken to with such an attitude by a subordinate.
She was starving and couldn't be bothered anymore. She got up to make her own meal.
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Lu Ming had just come out of the shower upstairs, a handsome physique at sixty-seven inches tall, caramel skin, firm abs, clad only in a bath towel.
His well-defined arms dried his hair before tossing the towel aside.
Head to toe, there wasn't a pinch of him that didn't highlight his sexy, perfect and masculine image, emanating the intense aura of a sovereign.
He was about to sleep, but as soon as he lay down, faint sounds of splintering objects breaking seemed to come from downstairs.
His handsome face darkened. He was too lazy to deal with it - the maids would clean it up the next day. He rolled over and continued to sleep.
But not two minutes later, he heard another thunderous 'boom', like someone was tearing down the house.
The sound was suspiciously like his beloved collection of wines being smashed, not just one bottle, but a pile of them.
Shattering with an incessant crash!
Lu Ming absolutely could not ignore this, so with a darkened face, throwing off the blanket, he sprung out of bed! He didn't even bother putting on clothes and stormed down the stairs. The sight before him stopped him dead in his tracks.
The bar shelves behind were damaged beyond repair and fell into a pile of debris on the ground. Bottles of wine shattered, and liquid of red and yellow colors alternately scattered all over the living room floor.
Lu Ming's face couldn't have been darker, but thankfully, the woman still held his most precious bottle of wine in her arms unbroken.