After Lin Zhi finished speaking her piece, she instructed the servant to "show the guest out."
Once Lan Lin was ushered out of the villa, Lin Zhi sat on the sofa, lost in thought. Taking revenge should have been gratifying, so why didn't she feel happy at all?
Over the years, she had been obsessing over these people from the past, wasn't it all so that one day she could return the humiliation she suffered back in full measure?
Lin Zhi didn't know how long she had been sitting in the living room until it grew dark. Only then did she snap out of it and asked the servant, "Has Ye Zheng not come home yet?"
Ordinarily, at this time, he would have been back from work. If he had a business engagement or dinner arrangements, he would call home in advance to let her know.
Today, with no phone call and no sight of him, something seemed off.
The servant shook their head: "Mr. Ye hasn't returned yet, should Madam give him a call?"
