Concubine of the Prime Minister

Chapter 1
In the luxurious office, a tall beauty is sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the beautiful night view of the entire city.

She was wearing a water-blue off-the-shoulder skirt and a pair of eight-centimeter high heels. The upper was inlaid with crystal clear crystals. All the crystals were inlaid by hand, which was gorgeous and noble.Wearing a diamond necklace worth millions on her slender neck, the pendant just hangs between the looming RU grooves, and the short skirt that reaches half of her thigh perfectly reveals her long, white and slender legs in the air middle.A head of black, smooth and wavy curly hair was casually scattered behind his head, making his whole person look a little lazy and charming.

Her eyebrows are curved like willows, her phoenix eyes are sparkling, her nose bridge is high and straight, her pink lips are delicate and tender, her skin is like ice and snow, and her slender arms are more white than lotus root.The beautiful facial features were covered with a hazy veil by Mingyue Long, and a little bit of starlight fell on her slender body, making her look like a fairy who didn't eat fireworks.

At this moment, she was looking at the brightly lit city in a daze, the faint melancholy between her brows made her feel distressed, her beautiful eyes were distant and deep, and there was a trace of sadness.

She is Wu Mengdie, the first heir of the multinational group Wu's chaebol, a gifted girl with an IQ of 200, who has a double doctorate in business management and medicine at a young age.

She is a well-deserved proud daughter of heaven.

However, who understands her lonely and bitter heart?If possible, she would rather exchange the entire Wu Group for what she lost...

"Exile my love in the coastal area, loneliness is also wonderful, don't let my heart stay in place with the pendulum of the hall..."

Looking at the name displayed on the phone screen, Mengdie's mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"What's the matter?" Mengdie asked coldly after pressing the answer button.

"Mengdie, I'm dad. Let's go home for dinner tonight. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to cook your favorite dish." On the other end of the phone, a middle-aged man's flattering and even humble voice sounded.

Hearing this, Mengdie smiled coldly, what kind of tricks does this man who gave her life want to play?Do you want to play the family card?
Ever since his grandfather's will was exposed, this man has never stopped.The endless assassinations made her physically and mentally exhausted, and at the same time, even the last bit of poor family affection disappeared with these assassinations.If the assassination failed, he tried his best to send her to the bed of men, and those men, if she guessed correctly, must be the "partners" of her "good father".The Wu Group is powerful and is the well-deserved No. [-] chaebol in China, even in the entire world, it also has an unshakable position.

If he really got the Wu Group, how could he be stingy with such a small "cooperation fee" with such strong financial resources?

"Mengdie? Are you still unwilling to forgive Dad? Back then, your mother..."

Hearing the word "Mom", Mengdie's eyes became even colder, and she immediately interrupted his "sad" words sharply.

"Shut up! You're not qualified to mention my mother! I'll be there tonight." Go over and see what tricks you're up to.

Mengdie said "the past" instead of "going back", because that place is not a home for her at all, it is the source of her pain, and it is a pain that she will never forget in her life.

"Okay, then Dad is waiting for you to come back." The person on the other end of the phone immediately became excited after hearing Mengdie's promise. Where was the sadness just now?
Mengdie hung up the phone with a sarcastic smile, her eyes still looking at the night scene outside the window, her thoughts had drifted to nowhere.

Her mother, that gentle and beautiful woman.In my memory, my mother never smiled, even when I looked at her, I was still only gentle and doting, but there was no smile.

She knew that her mother loved that man very much, but that man didn't take her mother seriously at all. He spent all day drinking and drinking outside, and brought a few mistresses home for the night from time to time.He and his mistress were upright and upright in his and his mother's bed, while her mother hid in the guest room all night and washed her face with tears.

I remember one time, the man drank too much, brought a beautiful mistress home, and insisted that his mother stay with her for the night.Mengdie only remembered that her mother was crying miserably at that time, and even knelt down to beg him not to humiliate her like this, but the man was like a demon, and forcibly dragged her mother back into the room.Mengdie didn't know what happened after that, she only remembered that her mother screamed and cried all night, and she hid in the quilt and shivered in fear.

On the second day, Mengdie saw the bruises on her mother's face, and the disgusting faces of the man and his mistress.Unexpectedly, my mother stopped crying and even cooked a lot of delicious food for her.The young Mengdie was not very sensible yet, she only knew that it was a good thing if her mother didn't cry, so she smiled very sweetly, until Mengdie returned to her room contentedly until she ate her belly so round.

However, she didn't know that that meal was actually the last meal her mother cooked for her.

That day was also the last time she saw her mother's doting eyes.

That day was also the last time she nestled sweetly in her mother's warm embrace.

If she had been sensible earlier, and she could see the weirdness of her mother, wouldn't everything have happened?

On that day, Mom committed suicide, swallowing a whole bottle of sleeping pills and slitting her wrists.

Until now, Mengdie still remembers that the dazzling red hurt her eyes and hurt her heart.

But the man who killed him was still drinking and drinking every day. His mother died, and he didn't even shed a tear, nor did he show any regret or remorse.What's even more ridiculous is that on the night of his mother's death, he even brought a mistress home.

From that moment on, Mengdie hated him, and the bone-piercing hatred took root in her young heart.It was also from that moment on that she never called that person "Dad" again.

Reminiscing about the painful past, a tear fell from Juemei's face, she closed her eyes gently, and buried the pain in her heart.

When he opened his eyes again, the pain had disappeared, replaced by biting coldness and terrifying determination.

Pick up the phone and dial a series of numbers skillfully.

(End of this chapter)