Abandoned Wife from a Rich Family: The Mistress is Too Arrogant

The sky in Los Angeles was gloomy, and the autumn rain fell from the sky, hitting a sky blue lace umbrella. The owner of the umbrella looked up at the cross-strait coffee shop in front of him. There was no sadness or joy on young Bai Xi's face, but his beautiful eyebrows seemed to be slightly twisted, and then he pushed open the glass door and left without hesitation. Got in! Handing the umbrella to the waiter, he turned around and saw a pink figure standing near the window. She had a face that was both pure and shrewd, and a long chiffon skirt wrapped around her tall figure. . It could be seen that she was different from the little models and singers that Constant had found in the past. Charlotte took a deep breath secretly and walked over on high heels. "Are you Charlotte?" The woman opposite said unceremoniously. "Please call me Mrs. Charlotte!" Charlotte sat down gracefully. "Haha, Mrs. Charlotte, you won't hear this title too many times anyway!" The other party's smile was full of contempt. In response to her provocation, Charlotte did not fight back. Instead, she drank coffee leisurely while sizing up the other person. "What are you looking at?" Charlotte's calm eyes made the other party feel scared. Charlotte smiled softly and put down the coffee in her hand. Answer: "If I remember correctly, your name is Angela, right? I'm wondering if the woman Constan is looking for this time is different from the past!" "What... do you mean?" The other party's arrogance suddenly dropped by half. "Constant is a person who loves to be merciful everywhere. You are the eighth person who has come to me in the past two years! A few days ago, I was still thinking about why no one has come to me for months, and I kept thinking about your phone call. We're here." Charlotte's eyes were calm when she said this. "Constan and I really love each other!" Angela couldn't help but get angry. "Tell me, do you want cash, a check or real estate? If I can make the decision, I can give it to you now. If I can't make the decision, I can discuss it with Constan when I go back!" Charlotte ignored the other party's words. "Charlotte, Constant said that he only loves me, and that he will divorce you and marry me..." Angela couldn't hold back her anger. Hearing this, Charlotte smiled softly. "Constan has said these words to many women, but he has never fulfilled them once! You and I are not innocent girls anymore. We should know that you can't trust a man's words in bed!" "Constant hasn't been back home for a long time, right? He's been with me these days. He bought me a big house a long time ago, and even gave me an additional card for me to use as I please! Charlotte, Constan's feelings for me are true. He has stopped loving you a long time ago. I will let Constan divorce you immediately." After speaking angrily, Angela stood up with her bag. . "Then let's see if Constan will divorce me?" Charlotte had a smile on her lips, and her fingers gently stirred the coffee in the cup. "Let's wait and see!" Angela left in a dejected manner. The quarrel just now attracted eyebrows in the quiet coffee shop, but Charlotte seemed to be fine. She turned her eyes to the drizzle outside the glass window, but the smile on her lips had long since dissipated, and there was no trace in her beautiful eyes. There was a touch of sadness and helplessness... Charlotte fell in love with Constant when she was a young girl. There were countless men pursuing her while studying in England, but she still couldn't forget him. After returning to China, with the help of her mother and Constant's father, she married him as she wished and became a full-time young mistress. But two years later, Constant's attitude towards her is still not to listen to her, not to ask about her, not to touch her! The night was dark, Charlotte was leaning on the bed in her nightgown, and the sound of running water kept coming from the bathroom. Tonight, Constant came back. He had not been home for seven days. After the marriage, he came back every three or four days at least, and once every ten days and a half at most. And every once in a while, different women would come to his door. Besides taking care of the housework, she also had to help him solve one problem after another! But she still has no regrets, because she chose this path herself, because she loves this man deeply, and she firmly believes that one day, he will return to her and join hands with her for a lifetime! Ding dong… A text message was received on her phone. Charlotte opened it and frowned. "Mrs. Charlotte, doesn't it feel good to be alone in an empty room?" No need to think about who sent this. Charlotte thought for a moment and sent it. "I'm sorry! I disappoint you. My husband is at home tonight." "Is he talking about divorce with you? I advise you to agree. I can let Constant give you some more property." The other end quickly sent it again. "He is showing off his talents. Maybe he will talk to me after this is over!" In the past two years, her experience in dealing with mistresses can be published in a book. "Are you talking nonsense? Are you crazy about men? Do you want me to introduce you to one? Haha..." The words on the other end became shameless. Looking at the text message, Charlotte knew that the other party was angry. Her eyes glanced at Constan's trousers, shirt and tie that were scattered on the bed. Then she took a photo of those clothes with her phone and wrote a few words. The words were sent together. "You are with my husband every day, so you should know the clothes he is wearing today, right?" After this message was sent, the phone stopped ringing. The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, the door opened, and a tall man in a milky white nightgown walked out while wiping his hair. His half-open nightgown exposed his strong chest muscles, and there was no expression on his handsome face. "It's late, go to bed!" After drying his hair, Constant glanced at Charlotte, who had been sizing him up. "A woman named Angela called me a few days ago." Charlotte's eyes still looked calm. "How much private money did you spend to get in this time?" Constant asked lightly. "She doesn't want money or real estate, she wants Mrs. Charlotte's position!" Charlotte stared at Constan who got into the quilt. "Then will you give it to her?" A smile appeared on Constant's lips. "This question should be asked to you!" Charlotte wanted to find out on his face how much emotion he had for that Angela. "It depends on your attitude. It's late, I'm sleepy, go to sleep!" After saying that, Constant closed his eyes, turned around and fell asleep. Looking at his back, which was as unchanged as ever, Charlotte's eyes showed a hint of disappointment. The next moment, the lights went out, and she looked at the moonlight outside the window screen, unable to sleep for a long time... In a high-end fashion store in downtown Los Angeles, two young women are choosing clothes. "Charlotte, this evening dress is nice, it suits you very well!" Her friend Caroline took a black and blue long dress off the hanger. Charlotte looked at the evening dress. It was indeed elegant and elegant. The waitress immediately came over and introduced it: "Mrs. Charlotte, you are really discerning. This is our Prada limited edition for this season. This is the only one in the Los Angeles area!" "Wow, this dress is really nice. It's indeed a limited edition!" At this moment, a hand suddenly took the dress away from Caroline's hand. Charlotte looked up and saw a familiar face. She couldn't help but frown, she would meet her here! "Hey, this is the one we took a fancy to first!" Caroline said angrily. "You didn't say you wanted to buy it. Miss, where is the fitting room? I want to try on this dress." Angela said domineeringly. "Why are you so unreasonable?" Caroline was so angry that she stepped forward to argue with her. Charlotte immediately took her hand to stop her. "Caroline!" Angela held the clothes in her hand and said provocatively: "Mrs. Charlotte, why do you think we have such the same taste? We like the same clothes, and even men like the same one!" Hearing her words, Charlotte pursed her lips and smiled. "You should say this, man, you like me, and you also like my clothes. This proves that everything I have is great!" "Miss, I want this dress. Invoice me immediately!" After saying that, Angela turned and entered the fitting room. "Mrs. Charlotte, this..." Charlotte was a frequent customer, which made the waitress very embarrassed. "It doesn't matter, I'll try on this one!" Charlotte took a random piece of clothing and entered another fitting room. "Charlotte, who is that woman? Is she related to your family, Constant?" Caroline asked loudly as soon as she came in. Charlotte didn't answer, she took out her cell phone and started making a call. "Are you the account manager of Citibank? I am Charlotte, Constant's wife. Mr. Constant's Supreme Gold Card was accidentally lost. Please report the loss to me immediately, including all supplementary cards! Thank you." "Charlotte, is she the woman outside Constant?" Caroline looked stunned. "Go out and watch the show!" Charlotte neither denied nor admitted. "Miss, I tried several times, but your card can't be used!" After leaving the fitting room, I saw the service lady returning the card to Angela. "How is that possible? Are you mistaken? I can have a daily consumption limit of one million!" Angela yelled. "Miss, I want this one and that one!" Seeing her embarrassment, Charlotte walked over and handed over her card. "Huh!" Angela's face turned white and red, she picked up the bag and left in disgrace. After walking out of the store, Caroline clapped her hands and said: "Charlotte, your trick is really amazing! But you can't live like this forever? Constant will find a woman every few days." "Just live one day at a time! These two clothes are for you." Charlotte handed her the bag in her hand. "I don't want what the vixen likes!" Caroline refused. Charlotte lowered her head and smiled, with countless sadness in her eyes. The lights in the Constant family were brightly lit, and as soon as exquisite dishes were placed on the European hardwood dining table, a figure in a straight suit walked in. "Daddy, why are you so anxious to get me back?" Constant sat in his long-vacant seat. Charlotte turned her head and looked at Constan, whom she hadn't seen for a few days. I thought: Why did my father-in-law suddenly call him back? At the beginning of their marriage, the father-in-law tried to improve their relationship, but not only did it not work at all, but it actually aroused an even stronger resistance from his son. Their marriage was the result of pressure from Constant's father, but after knowing that she had married into the Constant family, there was no way to change it. "Wouldn't it be better for the family to have a meal together?" Constant's father's voice was always deep. "Okay!" Constan had no objection this time. He picked up the chopsticks and started eating with big mouthfuls, without even looking at Charlotte. "Let's eat!" Constant's father shook his head and moved his chopsticks helplessly. Charlotte and Anissa also started eating. "Constan, let Charlotte accompany you to the charity party tomorrow night!" After a while, Constan's father said in a commanding tone. "Daddy, I've already invited someone else!" Constant always liked to contradict Constan's father. "Charlotte is your wife, how can you not take her to such a big event every year?" Constant's father was displeased. "I have already promised others, so I can't break my promise?" Constant refused to give in. Seeing that a long-lost reunion dinner was about to end in a quarrel, Charlotte quickly smiled and said: "Daddy, my mommy also received an invitation. She hasn't been feeling well these days and asked me to go on her behalf. In this way, I also Isn’t it the best of both worlds if Constant doesn’t break his trust?” "Yeah." Constant's father could only nodded. Constant didn't appreciate Charlotte's kindness at all. He pushed the bowls and chopsticks in front of him. "I'm done eating!" He stood up and left. "Where are you going when you just come back?" Constant's father looked very unhappy. "We have a date tonight!" Constan's eyes shifted from Constan's father's face to Charlotte's face, deliberately making the word "date" a little long. "So late? What date can't we go to tomorrow?" Constant's father didn't want his son to go out again. Seeing the stalemate, Charlotte had to act as a counselor again. Although she now understood who he was going on a date with. "Daddy, if you are so anxious to get Constan back, he must have unfinished business. It would be bad if the company's business is delayed!" "..." Whenever Charlotte spoke, Constan's father's anger disappeared by half, and this time was no exception. "Humph!" However, whenever this happened, Constant gave her a disdainful look, then turned and left. "You have time to persuade Constan!" After Constan left, Constan's father said to his daughter next to him. "Daddy, it's not like you don't know Constan's temper..." Anissa was a little embarrassed. "Don't think I don't know, he listens to you the most!" "Daddy, are you full?" Constant's father stood up and left without replying. For a moment, only Anissa and Charlotte were left on the huge dining table. Anissa was even more taciturn than her brother. She was simply an alternative. She wore a dark professional suit every day, with her hair tied up in a bun. There is a pair of black-framed glasses on the back of her head and on her nose. She has never been in love in her thirties, and is known as the "old woman of the Constant family". Although they live under the same roof, they rarely interact with Charlotte. Anissa said calmly. "Do you find days like this interesting?" "I chose this path myself, and I will definitely walk to the end!" Charlotte frowned, not quite understanding what she meant, but her eyes were still full of determination. "Whatever you want!" Anissa put down her chopsticks and stood up to leave. Looking at the entire table of mostly untouched delicate dishes, Charlotte sighed softly.