At the celebration banquet, my coworkers urged me to drink with Song Qiaoqiao.
After downing a glass with gusto, Song Qiaoqiao made an excuse: “My boyfriend strictly forbids me from drinking. Even one glass is an exception.”
At everyone's insistence, Song Qiaoqiao blushed and called her boyfriend.
“What is it, babe? Didn't you say you were having a get-together with your coworkers? Miss me?”
Chi Ran's voice was low and husky, yet full of affection. He gently coaxed Song Qiaoqiao, calling her baby.
My coworkers all wore the look of people who'd just witnessed the sweetest romance.
Only I swallowed my drink with a pale face.
Because Chi Ran was my husband of three years, a marriage we'd kept secret.
We also had an adorable daughter.
