Women's intuition is usually spot-on.
Wang Cheng just didn't want to believe it.
His ice-cold, reserved, and prudish wife was actually in the next room, passionately kissing a man.
That's what he thought. Actually, there were many reasons for the lack of intimacy. For example—Wang Cheng had cheated. Or, because after they got married, his wife had spent tens of millions on him, almost emptying her parents' savings to support him in starting a company. The pressure was immense, leading to depression, anxiety, and a suppressed, painful mood, making her unwilling to engage in marital relations. It was a psychological illness.
Although women's intuition is accurate, she couldn't have imagined that her ex-husband, who "would deeply love her even after the divorce," was in the next room, embracing another woman and getting intimate.
The next room.
The food remained untouched, but their mouths were busy.
Although Liang Canwen was mature and composed, he couldn't resist this pure and seductive woman's advances; his resolve had already been broken.
At the big round table, two chairs were pushed together. Liang Canwen put an arm around Ye Fanzhi's shoulders, tilted her chin, and kissed her strawberry-flavored, pink, and tender lips.
Ye Fanzhi closed her eyes, her red lips moving slightly, following Liang Canwen's rhythm. Her delicate body gradually softened and leaned into Liang Canwen's embrace.
Her face was flushed with shyness; she hadn't enjoyed such an uninhibited kiss in a long time.
"Canwen, do you like it?"
"Your kissing skills aren't very good."
"No one taught me."
"Didn't your dead husband teach you?"
"He had bad breath; I didn't want to kiss him."
Speaking of which, the madam's alluring eyes, filled with a dreamy haze, gazed at the wall, as if she possessed the ability to see right through it to Wang Cheng in the next room.
Ye Fanzhi had said she would make Wang Cheng green with envy, and she meant it.
Then, she whispered into Liang Canwen's ear, "Canwen~ From now on, I'll only kiss you, okay?"
"Does the madam say this to other men too?"
"No, I've only said it to you."
Ye Fanzhi wrapped her arms around Liang Canwen's neck, and while kissing him, sent a message on WeChat.
[Honey, aren't you coming over? Your wife can't take it anymore.]
Ye Fanzhi sent the message.
The wife was having a thrilling time.
She was doing this on purpose, knowing Wang Cheng wouldn't dare to come over.
After seeing the WeChat message, Wang Cheng remained calm. He figured his wife and her good friend were next door, drinking and having fun.
Normally, Wang Cheng would have gone over to offer a toast. However, Li Xingran was there. He was afraid that if he went, Li Xingran would follow, so he had to be cautious.
After some thought, Wang Cheng sent a message.
[Wife, you guys have fun. I'm stuck with Boss Zhou.]
Message sent successfully.
The wife didn't see the reply. She was too relaxed, and her hand couldn't even hold her phone steady. It fell to the ground.
Who has time to reply to a deadbeat husband's WeChat?
This private room was electric.
The private room next door was on pins and needles.
"Finished eating, let's go."
Wang Cheng picked up his coat and said. He wanted to leave, he didn't want to disturb his wife and friends having a good time.
"I'm not full yet, you go ahead."
Li Xingran said slowly, savoring each bite.
"If you're not full, go eat outside. There's a good place across the street. Let's go."
Wang Cheng grabbed Li Xingran and started to leave.
"My bag."
Li Xingran picked up her beloved bag, complaining as she walked out of the private room.
The bag was the same model as Lu Yingfei's, a 59,999 LV bag that Wang Cheng had taken her to buy that morning.
Wang Cheng had bought Ye Fanzhi luxury goods once or twice, but Ye Fanzhi didn't like them. She thought they were tacky and advised him not to buy them. She told him to use the money to run his company instead of coming to her father for funds every few days.
Ye Fanzhi was a typical Modu woman. Luxury goods weren't for showing off to her; they were just part of her everyday life. Her family was wealthy, and she had been buying luxury goods since she was a child.
Wang Cheng always felt that Ye Fanzhi looked down on him, that the people of Modu were cliquey and looked down on him, a man from the countryside.
So, he lacked confidence around Ye Fanzhi.
Better than nothing, but not the best.
So, with Li Xingran, he was very confident.
Because if he bought Li Xingran a 59,999 yuan bag, she would cry with emotion.
If it were Ye Fanzhi, she would pout and say, "How tacky. Let's return it."
He walked out of the private room.
Li Xingran pulled Wang Cheng to stand in the next private room.
"Aren't you going to tell your wife you're leaving?"
"No need. Let's go."
Wang Cheng pulled Li Xingran out of the restaurant and went to the restaurant across the street.
...
Half an hour later.
Ye Fanzhi pushed Liang Canwen away, grabbed a few tissues, wiped her hands, and headed to the restroom. Passing the adjacent private room, she saw it was empty and made a call.
"Honey, why did you leave?"
"Boss Zhou got drunk, so I took him home. I didn't have time to tell you. You have fun with your friend, okay? Enjoy yourselves."
"I am having fun."
Ye Fanzhi touched her lips.
She hung up the phone.
A chuckle escaped her lips as she swayed her sexy figure towards the sink to wash her hands.
When she returned, she saw Liang Canwen had already started eating.
Ye Fanzhi sat down beside him, crossing her legs and resting her head on the table, watching Liang Canwen.
"Canwen, do you think I'm a slut?"
"I understand."
"You understand?"
"I understand that a widow whose husband died is very horny."
"Go away, go away! Can't even shut your mouth while eating."
Ye Fanzhi took out her lipstick to reapply it; Liang Canwen had smudged it all off during their kiss.
After the meal, Ye Fanzhi treated, paying the bill. Liang Canwen put his arm around Ye Fanzhi's slender waist as they left the restaurant.
Some things happened in the private room, naturally bringing them closer.
"You lost out today, darling. First you treated us to dinner, then you gave me a kiss."
Ye Fanzhi rolled her eyes, immediately composing herself.
"I'll wait for you here. Go get the car."
"Wait for me."
Liang Canwen released Ye Fanzhi's slender waist and went to get the car across the street.
...
At the same time, across the street.
Li Xingran and Wang Cheng emerged from the restaurant. Li Xingran was fuming; she was incredibly annoyed by Wang Cheng, the cowardly husband who was afraid of his wife.
So, after leaving the restaurant, Li Xingran strode forward. She realized that after the divorce, Wang Cheng was becoming increasingly irritating. Before the divorce, he was quite bold, but now that they were divorced, he was becoming timid.
At this moment,
she didn't even bother with Wang Cheng behind her, and angrily walked into the bustling crowd.
Coming down the street ahead was Liang Canwen.
The vibrant Modu, a bustling street filled with all sorts of people.
Transformed into a walking advertisement for luxury goods, Li Xingran, clutching her beloved LV bag, immediately spotted him in the crowd.
Because this man was the person she knew best.
He was the one who had gotten her a Modu household registration, and he was the one who had given her a home.
They were meeting again after their divorce.
Li Xingran stopped, frozen in place, her gaze complex as she watched him approach.
Across the street, Ye Fanzhi also saw the scene and wondered if Liang Canwen could truly let go of Li Xingran.
Wang Cheng walked up and put his arm around Li Xingran's shoulders, "What's wrong, Xingran?"
Li Xingran looked at Liang Canwen, who was getting closer and closer, her emotions growing more and more complicated.
Because of the wealthy person beside her, she abandoned him.
"Canwen."
She couldn't help but call out, using the tone of a wife that she usually employed.
Her voice was soft, but clear.
Liang Canwen heard and saw, but only glanced at that most familiar stranger in the crowd.
It wasn't cold contempt, because cold contempt stems from not being able to let go.
Liang Canwen nodded slightly towards Li Xingran, like a passerby, having lingered but not staying permanently, just a fleeting acquaintance.
Turning back, they brushed past each other, and from then on, they were strangers to the ends of the earth.
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