After divorce, she married a wealthy man, and her ex-husband's family regretted it

Wen Wan came late today.

Li Dongyang's car broke down halfway on the road in the morning.

She was standing on the street wearing her newly made cheongsam, watching him repairing his car in the street with his butt sticking out.

"Honey, if you really have to change your car, you've been driving this car for almost ten years."

Li Dongyang was filled with annoyance.

How could he not know that this car has been driven for almost ten years?

This was Jiang Ling's dowry when she got married. It's been seven years now, and he drives it to work every day, and it's almost broken down.

But he can't change.

I’ve already borrowed a lot of debt just for the wedding, how can I have money to buy a new car?

Just make do with it.

After the car was repaired, it was back on the road. Wen Wan sat in the passenger seat, staring at her new cheongsam without blinking, muttering to herself, "Why do I feel like the color of this dress is not right?"

Li Dongyang's eyelids twitched. "The sun is too strong right now, so it's normal for the colors to be distorted."

"But the material doesn't feel right. Do you think the old tailor is cutting corners to fool us?"

"How is that possible?" Li Dongyang smiled reluctantly. "They are a time-honored brand. If they fool you, wouldn't that be a blow to their reputation? You are pregnant, and you always think too much."

Only then did Wen Wan feel relieved.

After all, it’s a cheongsam worth 70,000 or 80,000 yuan, and I’m sure the old tailor wouldn’t dare to fool me.

In fact, the bright red number 33 I saw last time was her favorite, but unfortunately it was already reserved.

Do you know which new daughter-in-law can have such a good fortune?

Looking at the shabby car she was sitting in, Wen Wan’s mood for her upcoming wedding was not so good anymore.

We finally got to Shanyue Lake Hotel.

When the two drove to the parking lot, they saw that it was full of luxury cars, and all the people getting out of the cars were the city's dignitaries and celebrities.

When the Wen family was still a wealthy family, these people were once guests of honor in her home. However, after the Wen family went bankrupt, the interpersonal relationships gradually became cold.

How could she not know that Li Dongyang had invited all these former upper-class people to his engagement party?

"Honey, thank you, you are so kind to me. You must be grateful for their coming today..." When she said this, Wen Wan suddenly caught a glimpse of a huge billboard standing beside the parking lot, which read:

Congratulations to Mr. Yuan Yekuo and Miss Jiang Ling on their engagement party. Please come this way!

Wen Wan swallowed the rest of her words and her face turned pale.

Li Dongyang was busy looking for a parking space when he suddenly heard her thanking him for no apparent reason. He was wondering why, and when he looked up he saw a huge photo of Jiang Ling and Yuan Yekuo.

That photo was really big, there was a huge billboard about ten meters long, standing next to the parking lot of Shanyue Lake Hotel.

Anyone who comes here can see it at a glance.

On the billboard, Yuan Yekuo is wearing a custom-made black suit, and Jiang Ling is wearing a slim-fitting bright red cheongsam. Her hand is on his arm, and their heads are gently leaning against each other, looking very sweet.

Li Dongyang's sour feelings came out on the spot.

It’s just an engagement, is it necessary to take a special photo?

It's okay to take pictures, but is it necessary to put such a big sign here?

Is it honorable to marry a divorced woman, or a woman he doesn't want?

It was actually held in the same hotel as his engagement party. Could it be that the man who booked the penthouse that the lobby manager’s friend mentioned was Yuan Yekuo?

Wen Wan understood everything as soon as she saw Li Dongyang's expression.

She had thought that these distinguished guests were here to attend her engagement party, but it turned out that they were not.

They were clearly heading for the Yuan family.

That little bitch Jiang Ling got a great bargain. Families like the Yuan family on the list are really blessed.

And... Wen Wan stared at Jiang Ling's cheongsam on the billboard...

Strange, why do I always feel that this cheongsam looks familiar...

Before she could think deeply, the two got out of the car and arrived at the hotel entrance.

At the door, Jiang Ling was holding Yuan Yekuo's arm and welcoming the distinguished guests.

Almost all the local prominent figures came. They first greeted Yuan Yekuo cordially, and then congratulated Jiang Ling enthusiastically. Of course, big red envelopes were given.

Jiang Ling's face almost froze from smiling.

"Didn't you say you would only listen to relatives and friends?" She pinched Yuan Yekuo secretly.

"Please come in, Mr. Li. Xiaoye will help lead the way." Yuan Yekuo calmly escorted the guest into the hall, smiling calmly, "Madam, calm down. These are really my friends."

Friends in business can also be considered friends.

As soon as the news of his marriage to the Jiang family spread, friends from all over came to congratulate him and asked to come to the engagement party to have a drink, so he couldn't refuse.

"What should I do with so many red envelopes? Should I give them all to you or to Aunt Yuan?" Jiang Ling glared at him coquettishly.

All the benefits that I didn’t enjoy during my first marriage were made up here.

However, not everyone can enjoy good treatment, and her feet hurt from standing so hard.

"I don't want it, and neither does mom. Just spend it on yourself." Yuan Yekuo saw from the corner of his eye that she had put most of her weight on him, and he knew that she was uncomfortable standing for a long time, so he called Jiang Feng, who was registering red envelopes, "Go get your sister some flat shoes."

"No, no, no, who would wear flat shoes to an engagement party? People will laugh at you." Jiang Ling waved her hands quickly.

"Cheongsam lady, what shoes are you wearing? Cover it up so no one can see you. Change back into your high heels when it's time to toast." After Yuan Yekuo sent Jiang Feng away, he felt two cold gazes coming from the front. He looked up and gently patted Jiang Ling's hand.

Jiang Ling looked back and met Wen Wan's fiery gaze. "Where did you get the cheongsam?"

Wen Wan stood at the bottom of the stairs, her brows tightly furrowed, her eyes like poisonous arrows, flickering back and forth across Jiang Ling's body several times.

Jiang Ling couldn't help but frown.

What's wrong?

On such a happy day, why is she barking like a dog?

cheongsam?

Where did this cheongsam come from?

She looked at her cheongsam, then glanced at the cheongsam on Wen Wan, and suddenly came to her senses.

Skillful.

The cheongsams they wore were extremely similar, one was bright red and the other was burgundy, and the styles and fabrics looked similar.

"What are you barking about? This was specially customized for me by my husband." Jiang Ling held Yuan Yekuo's arm with a proud look on her face.

Zhuangshan is not terrible, whoever is ugly is embarrassed.

She's not ugly anyway!

"You, you..." The jealousy in Wen Wan's heart was like a poisonous thorn piercing her heart.

No wonder she felt that Jiang Ling's cheongsam on the billboard looked familiar. It was clearly the exquisite cheongsam worth three hundred thousand yuan that the old tailor wore.

The old tailor said that the cheongsam was reserved by a gentleman. Could it be Yuan Yekuo?

With the financial resources of the Yuan family, buying this cheongsam would probably be as easy as buying cabbage.

Looking at the cheongsam worth 70,000 or 80,000 yuan on herself, Wen Wan found it uglier and uglier.

Why can Jiang Ling wear bright red while she can only wear burgundy?

Is she some kind of mean person?

Jiang Ling was too lazy to pay attention to Wen Wan. She nodded at Li Dongyang beside her with a cold tone.

"Take care of your wife and don't embarrass yourself here!"