Your d1ck isn't that great

Wow, this family sure seemed a bit unusual. Weni could only shake her head and brace herself for more surprises.

As expected, one person gone, another appeared. It hadn't been five minutes since Jonathan left her to greet his friend when someone approached her—a younger woman than the previous auntie but just as stern.

"Oh, hello," Weni tried to be friendly, though it seemed futile. The blonde woman in a tight red dress lounged with crossed legs, her eyes glaring cynically at Weni.

"Los Angeles nightlife is way cooler than the cheap girls in Pattaya, Thailand," the woman said.

Hmm, what an interesting opening line. Trying to keep things civil, Weni responded, "Well, beauty is subjective, isn't it? Everyone has different tastes, but personally, I think you can't judge a book by its cover."

"Hahahaaa… a good cover doesn't always mean the content is interesting, and an ugly cover is definitely trash inside. You seem to have a lot to learn, miss," the blonde said, tossing her long hair like a professional model ready for a photoshoot.

Weni stood and extended her hand politely. "I'm Weni, everyone just calls me that, no last name. And you?"

The sexy woman grimaced, "Bitch, you don't know me, ha… your low-class status understands me! Why did my brother bring you here? You're awful, like trash, not fit for this place."

Weni didn't mind her ignored handshake, but a glass of wine aimed at her head was another matter. With a smirk, she deflected the blonde's hand ready to pour wine.

The sound of shattered glass filled the room.

"Ouch, akg!"

Such a cheap soap opera, thought Weni, watching the blonde collapse like a victimized girl in a movie.

“This girl was rude, daring to reject my offer of a drink. Ah, I just wanted to be friendly with her.” she said, sailing the attention.

Two men approached before Jonathan hurried back to Weni.

"Celine, are you hurt? Oh God, your legs are your asset as a supermodel," said the first man in a gray suit. "Who dares insult my little sister?"

"Celine, come on, let me carry you, watch out for the glass," the second man set down his wine glass before assisting Celine, who pretended to be in pain.

"I've been watching you all along, but I didn't think you'd cause trouble here, Weni!"

Boom!!

What! Weni was speechless, forgetting about the Asian guy the first one and focusing on the white dude—David, what was he doing here?

"I've known you're trouble since I met you!"

What the heck!

"What's going on?" Jonathan intervened late, Weni's pale face indicating all was not well.

"Jo, I know our relationship isn't great, but I have to step in this time. The woman you brought tonight is a gold digger, she's my ex-girlfriend. You know why I dumped her on the streets? Because she'll do anything to make you kneel at her feet."

Damn it, David, what kind of bombshell is this? Weni trembled with anger.

Jonathan and David scrutinized each other deeply; a rivalry flashed in their eyes.

"But I don't think you're wealthy enough, David!" Before Jonathan or David could debate, Weni spoke up. "You dated a girl when we dated and got her pregnant, you asked her to have an abortion. That's why I never let you touch me. Don't say I'm after your money, I haven't even spent my years' worth of salary! Your d1ck isn't that great..."

Slap!

Weni left the party with a red mark on David's cheek.

"Ouch, that kinda hurts!" Bryan giggled, lowering his cousin's ego.

Well, that was unexpected. Meeting an ex at this event was the worst.

Jonathan tightly held Weni's cold hand. "You look cool," he complimented, smiling.

"Didn't I just embarrass yourself and ruin the name of family party?" Weni responded.

"I need someone like that."

"I think you might be cut off from the inheritance, though..."

"I don't need anyone's approval; I just want to live as myself, unapologetically. By the way, I can't believe David is your ex, he's so not your type."

"Do you want me to punch David?"

But Weni's serious gaze made him feel hot inside. "I feel like kissing you."

"Ah! I'm in a bad mood, Jo, bur em… so let's kiss."

Jonathan was surprised by Weni's response.

she smiled, "Why are you being so blunt? Give me a deep kiss and let's forget about the bad mood."

They kissed passionately, paying no attention to men who had followed them.

"Damn, they're really into it," Bryan murmured, envious of Jonathan and Weni's heated kiss. “Asian always hot.”

"She never even gave me a French kiss."