My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

On the contrary, Rong Yan found herself in the opposite situation. Ever since Li Shengxiao had publicly acknowledged Rong Yan as his girlfriend in front of everyone, there had been a continuous stream of high-profile figures and even many A-listers in the circle approaching them with flattering expressions.

Compared to the mingling over there, it was as if she had switched places with Rong Yan, becoming the one who was ignored.

What was worse, even when she deliberately tried to keep a low profile, there were still those kinds of people who would kick her while she was down.

They would purposely ask her about the previous ‘misunderstanding’ with Rong Yan.

The scene was as embarrassing and unsightly as it could get, yet those people still put on a concerned face for her, and afterward ‘comforted’ her by saying she had apologized and Rong Yan wasn’t petty enough to hold a grudge.

Rong Weiwei’s face was a mix of pallor and embarrassment, an unsightly sight kept up only by her unwillingness to leave, forcing herself to stand there under the scrutinizing and mocking gazes from all directions.

Endure.

She had to endure because she absolutely needed to secure the tribute film this time!

Finally, after who knows how long,

there was a commotion inside, and the person she had been waiting for the whole night finally made an appearance under the spotlight. And perhaps the heavens had heard her prayers, as she was incredibly fortunate—the mayor was passing by in their direction. That meant, they had the chance to strike up a conversation with him first.

Shi Mufeng had also been thoroughly embarrassed today, and the thought of Rong Weiwei humbly apologizing to Rong Yan ‘because of him’ filled him with guilt. He took long strides toward the approaching group, a handsome smile on his face—a marked improvement from his previous dishevelment.

“Mr. Ye, long time no see.”

The man intercepted by him looked kind and amiable, giving off the impression of being easy to get along with. Upon seeing Shi Mufeng, he stopped, stepped forward, and patted Shi Mufeng’s shoulder, “Good lad, you’ve grown up so fast. Indeed, time flies. In the blink of an eye, you’ve all grown up, and it’s time for us to get old.”

Shi Mufeng wore a modest smile and bowed his head as if embarrassed, “Mr. Ye, you’re too humorous. You’re still in your prime, far from old. Even in another decade or two, you won’t be old.”

“Hahaha, then I’d be a real old monster.” The middle-aged man laughed heartily, amused by his words and asked kindly, “By the way, how’s your father recently? Is he well?”

“My father is well. He told me to send his regards when he heard I was coming to Lin City.”

“He’s too courteous. What’s there to send regards for?”

After a few exchanges, Shi Mufeng felt it was about time and suddenly introduced Rong Weiwei to the middle-aged man, “Uncle, this is Weiwei, my girlfriend.”

“Hello, uncle,” Rong Weiwei transformed from her previously ashen complexion, appearing graceful and well-mannered. Coupled with her expensive-looking cocktail dress, she seemed every bit the young socialite.

The mayor of Lin City glanced at her and, without any superfluous reaction, gave off the impression of being smiling yet distant, “Ah, so you’re this young man’s girlfriend. Not bad, the young lady is quite beautiful. You’re a lucky guy.”