She's come clean; the fake heiress has a ton of aliases.

Chapter 11 My Husband Has Many Tricks

After the meeting ended, Xia Xing immediately placed the items on Huo Junyan's desk.

"Mr. Huo, this is what the old lady asked you to personally deliver to Miss Nan."

Huo Junyan, dressed in a well-tailored dark suit, sat in a wheelchair like a god, unapproachable.

He glanced at the box sideways, his gaze distant and indifferent, with a hint of displeasure.

He said in a deep voice, "Take it to her."

Remembering Xu Qi's instructions, Xia Xing looked troubled and hesitated before whispering, "President Huo, the old lady specifically instructed that you personally deliver it to Miss Nan."

The next second, Huo Junyan's face turned extremely ugly, and his dark eyes were like an abyss, emitting a dangerous signal.

"She certainly has her methods."

Xia Xing's alarm bells were ringing; this was a sign that President Huo was about to get angry!
Huo Junyan said coldly, "Since it's so important to her, send her a message and tell her to come and get it herself."

An invisible pressure made Xia Xing feel breathless. He swallowed hard and said, "What if the old lady finds out...?"

He had just opened his mouth when he saw that President Huo's face was so dark it could drip water, so he immediately stopped and changed his words, saying, "I'll go contact Miss Nan right away."

As Xia Xing left President Huo's office, he looked at the box in his hand and suddenly realized a serious problem.

Oh no, he doesn't seem to have Miss Nan's phone number...

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10 PM, at the bar.

Song Yingqing was afraid that Nan Yu would feel depressed, so she specially brought her here to let loose.

She ordered a bunch of drinks and then said to Nan Yu, "Xiao Yu, it's my treat tonight. Drink whatever you want. How about we order a couple more male models to keep you company?"

Nan Yu leaned back in the dimly lit booth, gazing at the colorful liquid in front of her under the flashing lights. In the center of the noisy stage in front of her, there was a crowd of people dancing wildly.

She picked up the liquid, took a sip, smiled, and waved her hand, saying, "I'm not interested in that, I'll just drink alcohol." Song Yingqing nodded, "That's fine too. I'll go to the restroom first, and we'll drink slowly when I get back."

As soon as she left, a soft, sweet voice came from the booth next to her.

"Sister, what are you doing here? Today is your second day of marriage. Aren't you going to enjoy some time alone with your husband?"

Nan Yu turned her head and met a pair of fox-like eyes that were full of mockery.

Upon closer inspection, the face bore a striking resemblance to hers, yet a naive and affected smile played on its lips.

Nan Qingqing was surprised to run into Nan Yu while out having fun, and the smile in her eyes deepened.

Beside her were several wealthy young men and women, who were looking at Nan Yu with mockery.

"Nan Yu, it seems that the cripple didn't satisfy you on your wedding night, otherwise why would you be out drinking to drown your sorrows?"

"Maybe that guy from the Huo family is a good-for-nothing. I just heard Song Yingqing saying she was going to give Nan Yu some men."

"I just can't understand how the pure and well-behaved Qingqing could have such a slutty older sister like you. You're a disgrace to the Nan family and Qingqing!"

Everyone's eyes were filled with contempt and mockery.

Nan Qingqing looked at her with a disappointed expression and said with great heartache, "Sister, even if you are not satisfied with your brother-in-law, or even if you are thirsty, you should not openly go out to find men. Don't you have any shame!"

In just a few words, Nan Yu was labeled a "slut".

In the dim light, Nan Yu exuded a languid and alluring charm. With a slight smile, she said, "Who said I'm not satisfied? My husband may be lame, but he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve. I'm very satisfied."

"I'm so satisfied that I deliberately came out to hide for a while."

"As for shame? I'm not as shameless as you guys, so many of you bullying me in public."

(End of this chapter)