Picking Up Fragments in PUBG

Seeing Qi Muxin, Wang Xue instantly guessed her identity, and a vengeful desire surged within her.

"Are you her sister?" Wang Xue asked Qi Muxin.

"Yes," Qi Muxin nodded.

Once Wang Xue received confirmation, she immediately sneered and revealed, "Your younger sister is quite bold, flirting with her brother-in-law in front of so many people. You, as her elder sister, probably had no idea, did you?"

After speaking, Wang Xue felt a victorious sense of satisfaction, eagerly anticipating Qi Muxin’s anger and a fight between the two sisters.

"I knew."

"You knew... What did you say?"

Wang Xue couldn’t believe her ears, thinking she must have misheard.

Qi Muxin shyly smiled and quietly replied, "I said I knew. My younger sister has always liked my husband."

Hearing this, Jiang Siming felt like a chaotic mess of thoughts was tangling in his head. What was this nonsense?

"You know your sister is competing with you for a man?"

"Yes, I know."

"And you’re not angry?"

"She’s my sister. Why should I be angry?"

"But she’s trying to steal your husband!"

"It’s okay. I’ll talk to her about it when we get home."

"You’re just going to talk to her?"

Wang Xue could barely believe her ears. Was her hearing impaired from wearing earrings that were too heavy?

"Isn’t talking to her enough?" Qi Muxin smiled and countered.

"What will you say to her?"

"I’ll tell her not to do it in public next time—it’s not a good look."

"I..."

Wang Xue felt like something sharp had stabbed her in the chest. She was utterly speechless.

Qi Muxin ignored Wang Xue and instead apologized sincerely to Jiang Siming: "Husband, I’m so sorry. My sister came over and interrupted your class reunion. I’ll take her home now. Have fun, and if you’re not coming home tonight, just send me a message so my sister and I won’t worry about you."

The married men present all felt like they’d been hit by a truck. Someone else’s wife was so understanding!

Letting her husband go out and have fun, not even objecting to her gorgeous younger sister flirting with him...

Why couldn’t their wives be like that? Their own wives treated them like prisoners—forget younger sisters, they’d invoke family law if they so much as glanced at a pretty woman on the street.

Jiang Siming didn’t know what to say either. He could only respond with a simple "Mm."

What else could he say? None of this had anything to do with him. Qi Muxin and Qi Muxin were actors, and Li Yingzi was the director.

And him... He was just a prop.

Props should have the awareness of being a prop. Look at Jiang Siming, obediently following the script.

But that single "Mm" from him made everyone feel like they’d just discovered a hidden layer: his family status.

It was clear that Jiang Siming had quite the dominant position at home. Look at his indifferent attitude, not even bothering to argue with his wife—he was the epitome of manhood! A true role model for men in an era where henpecked husbands were the norm.

"Let’s go now, sister. Hurry up."

Qi Muxin pulled her younger sister along, smiling as she waved goodbye to everyone. "Sorry for disturbing my husband’s classmates. Goodbye, and have fun with my husband!"

After speaking, Qi Muxin left with her sister.

"Husband, come back early! I can’t sleep without you at home~"

As they were leaving, Qi Muxin left behind a flirtatious remark, sending shivers down the spines of the men present and stirring their imaginations.

The two "actors" left, but Li Yingzi continued the performance.

"My dear Chairman, wasn’t it a great idea for me to suggest you pursue the older sister? Now you’ve got both the sister and the younger one. How are you going to thank me?" Li Yingzi teased with a wink.

Jiang Siming: I suspect you’re trying to lead me astray, but I have no evidence.

"Thanks so much, really." Jiang Siming rolled his eyes at her.

Li Yingzi wasn’t offended; instead, she laughed cheerfully and addressed everyone, "Let’s continue eating. The party goes on."

But who could focus on the party now? Jiang Siming kept revealing layers of himself that they had never anticipated.

CEO of Winworld, China’s top streamer, gaming champion, internet singer—titles piled onto Jiang Siming, and every single person there had almost certainly offended him at some point.

The feeling was like bullying a beggar at first, only to later discover that the beggar was an emperor. Originally, helping him could have paved the way to a bright future.

Now, they could only hope he wouldn’t hold grudges.

Many male classmates wished they could slap themselves. If only they had stood up for Jiang Siming when everyone mocked him, perhaps they could have soared to success like Li Yingzi.

Especially Da Jun. He quietly buried his head in his food, but the delicious dishes tasted like wax in his mouth.

He had once been Jiang Siming’s closest buddy, but for a mere 500 yuan, he completely turned against him.

Reflecting on it, Da Jun realized that if he had chosen to help Jiang Siming back then, he might now be doing even better than Li Yingzi.

Now, he had to scrape together loans just to buy a car worth tens of thousands, when he could have been driving a luxury car!

A Jaguar worth over a million yuan...

Thinking of this, Da Jun was nearly in tears.

Wang Biwen felt the same way. His purpose for attending this gathering was to get close to Li Yingzi and join Yinghuan Financial.

But under the current circumstances, did he even have the face to speak up?

Even if Li Yingzi agreed to help him, it wouldn’t matter—Jiang Siming was the chairman. Without Jiang’s approval, Li Yingzi had no power to agree.

Amusingly, Wang Biwen was thick-skinned. A true man could bend and stretch.

He raised his wine glass and stood up, sincerely addressing Jiang Siming:

"President Jiang, I was muddle-headed earlier and was disrespectful to you. You are magnanimous, and I hope you won’t hold it against me."

Wang Biwen assumed Jiang Siming was a reasonable person. Given how friendly he had been earlier, he probably wasn’t someone who bore grudges, right?

It was just an apology. If apologizing could solve his future prospects, he’d even kneel to apologize if needed.

But the expected response didn’t come. Instead, all he heard was the sound of Jiang Siming eating his meal.

"I’m done eating!" Jiang Siming quickly finished his fried rice, stood up, and addressed everyone:

"This gathering has been very ’enjoyable.’ It’s been great seeing so many of my old high school classmates again, especially you guys. It’s been ’such a pleasure.’ Anyway, I have things to handle at the company, so I won’t stay longer. This meal is on me."

As he spoke, Jiang Siming called a waiter over and instructed them to bring a case of red wine, a parting gift for everyone.

When the wine arrived, Jiang Siming poured himself a glass, raised it, and said with a smile:

"I’ve said everything I needed to. It’s time for me to go. Here’s my final toast to all of you."

Everyone quickly stood up, afraid of being a second too late.

The previously mocking expressions transformed into smiles of flattery.

Jiang Siming clinked glasses with them and downed the wine in one go.

It wasn’t just a toast of wine but also a farewell to the bonds of his past classmates.

To him, those bonds had long since soured.

He had said it before—he would attend the reunion, but it would be the first and last time.

"I’m leaving," Jiang Siming said as he turned to go.

He didn’t say goodbye, only a simple "I’m leaving."

"I’m done eating too, and I’m not feeling well. I’ll take my leave. Class monitor, I’ll leave the rest to you. Eat at ease—President Jiang has already paid the bill."

Li Yingzi didn’t want to stay any longer either. She left the scene to Wang Biwen and followed Jiang Siming out of the restaurant.