Crista looked at Sally totally aghast. Then she stared at Tristan quizzically. She said, "Get up, Mrs. Gu. I promise not to ever see him again!" After all that had transpired recently, there was certainly no reason for her and Tristan to ever see each other again. Tristan tried to interject but Crista knew that anything he uttered at that moment would further exacerbate the problem. She instructed him, "Mr. Gu, take your precious wife home! We are in a public place now." Crista was not in the least bit concerned about anyone's opinions about her. But she knew at the back of her mind that if the daughter and son-in-law of the prestigious Yu Group continued to misbehave in public, they would promptly feature in the following day's news broadcast. Crista then made a hasty exit from the shopping mall. Nico, who had been patiently awaiting her at the gate, hurried forth to assist her with her bag. He immediately detected that something was amiss. Deeply concerned,

Instead of going upstairs to take a shower, Crista headed for the kitchen. She reached into the refrigerator and took out the dishes for the supposed dinner tonight. Then, she placed them on the dining table. "Here you go. Have a taste," she said as she approached William. It was Chinese New Year's Eve, and people were supposed to have a family reunion dinner tonight. But unfortunately, Crista was all alone. As such, she lost her appetite. While staring at Crista, William also entered the dining room and took a seat. Then, his eyes shifted to the dishes on the table. "Did you prepare all of these yourself?" She nodded. "Yeah, I did. Why? Is there anything you don't like?" Since she wasn't busy, she decided to make dinner for New Year's Eve. Unfortunately, she found herself alone that night. After picking up his chopsticks, William tasted the dishes. He looked at her with an impressed look. "They taste fine." As she met his gaze

It was easy for William to say something like that. He told Crista to sit on his seat. She felt pins and needles on her sweating palms. Was she actually going to play mahjong now? She didn't even recognize any of the mahjong tiles. Not ten minutes after she sat down, she had almost lost all of the chips William had won earlier. To her, it felt like she just willingly gave the other three opponents all the money. Meanwhile, William just drank and smoked nonchalantly, He hardly cared about the money at all. It didn't matter how much she lost because he could afford it. All he wanted was to alleviate her boredom. However, he realized that this woman had absolutely no affinity for gambling Crista lost again and again, and now she really had no more chips on hand. She turned to William and helplessly shook her head. "Mr. Ding." "Mrs. Ding, it's not a big deal. I can lend you three hundred chips." "I'll lend you five hundred, Mrs. Ding." "We

William frowned at the thought that everything had something to do with Crista. He shouldn't have underestimated her. "Mr. Ding, shall we investigate this matter as well?" Although Martin's opinion of her had improved, he was still a bit worried. Because Crista, the adopted daughter of the Jin family, had stirred up a ruckus and it hadn't subsided yet. "No, that's not necessary. There are a lot of people doing it already. Sooner or later, the truth will come out. You can rest for a few days. You shouldn't go running around working all the time." William patted Martin on the back. "I'm alright, Mr. Ding. I think you should keep an eye on Miss Crista Jin. I'm worried that she has ulterior motives." He was still suspicious of Crista's true identity. No self-respecting woman would subject to being a substitute bride unless she was up to something. "I got it. It's not that big of a deal. If you have some spare time on your hands, watch over the AS

With Lewis' help, Crista finished two days' worth of work by nine PM. As she stared at the neatly organized bookshelves, a smile appeared on her face. Lewis said to her, "Isn't it good that I helped you?" "Indeed! Thank you very much. It's getting late, we should go!" Crista walked out of the school along with him. "It's really late. Would you like to have dinner with me?" he said, leaning against the car. She wanted to refuse him, but when she saw how exhausted he was, she didn't have the heart to reject him this time. "Sounds great!" Lewis drove Crista to a high-end western restaurant for dinner, and Nico followed behind them. "Would you like to have steak or pork chop?" asked Lewis. "Either is fine," Crista said, smiling. She really didn't care either way. In truth, the choices didn't matter because she never liked western food. Looking at her, Lewis said, "I'd suggest you try the spaghetti. They make an amazing spaghetti here."