Du Yuesheng sharply inhaled as he stared at his brother-in-law, "I mean... Jiabao, aren't you being too bold? Is Yue Xing, that old maid, really that easy to handle?"
To tell the truth, he still had some misgivings.
If anything went wrong, alas, he guessed the Mayor had reached the end of his career.
This woman wasn't Wen Jiabao's wife; he had slept with her, and since it hadn't been exposed, she was still obedient and sensible, knowing to follow her brother-in-law for a lavish life, which was also good for her husband's future.
Wen Jiabao sneered slyly, "Brother-in-law, don't forget the humiliation you suffered because of this woman in the Zhang family. A man must eventually settle his accounts. After all, Yue Xing is also a woman who extremely values her face. As long as we design a meticulous plan to pinpoint her weakness, wouldn't she be at your disposal? By then, if you ask her to sing or play music, would she dare refuse?"