While I was working overtime, Wen Ruan, the girl my husband’s family sponsored, sent me a taunting message. At first, I didn’t pay much attention. It wasn’t until my husband, Cheng Siwei, called me home that I realized what a little schemer she was. She didn’t just want to drive a wedge between Cheng Siwei and me, she also wanted to sleep with him. But Cheng Siwei had a sharp tongue. He verbally tore into her until she had no choice but to sleep in the same bed as me, then told her to leave the next day.
Who could have guessed that when Wen Ruan joined our company, she would come in under the title of Cheng Siwei’s fiancée?
Neither Cheng Siwei nor I spoke up to correct her, though. The company was in the middle of an internal power struggle, and Wen Ruan’s arrival made it much easier for us to get things done. Emboldened by her supposed status, she kept provoking me at work. After a team-building event, she even pretended to be drunk and deliberately had a colleague take her to the home Cheng Siwei and I shared. In her colleagues’ eyes, that was enough to cement her reputation as Cheng Siwei’s wife.
But that very night, Cheng Siwei and I found a bra of Wen Ruan’s in the car. We pretended to argue in the study so she could eavesdrop, letting her hear that in the shareholders’ power struggle, Cheng Siwei would back whoever I supported.
So the next day, Wen Ruan stopped me as I was about to resign and invited me to join her kickback scheme. I was more than happy to go along with it and gather evidence. After Cheng Siwei sent one of the shareholders to court, Wen Ruan could no longer keep up the act. Our confrontation erupted, and I hit her. In front of everyone, Cheng Siwei confirmed our relationship and sent Wen Ruan to court.
