In the third year of their marriage, her husband's childhood sweetheart sent her a photo.
In it, the woman's long black hair cascaded like a waterfall as she leaned against a wall, while a man bent over her pale neck, leaving plenty to the imagination.
Shen Qingtang didn't make a scene or shed a tear. That night, dressed up to perfection, she took the divorce lawyer's arm and asked in a soft, sweet voice, “Lawyer Lu, would you like to stay for a drink?”
Lu Chenli narrowed his phoenix eyes. “Are you sure you want to play?”
Shen Qingtang's red lips curved. “Of course.”
Song Zhizhou had always thought Shen Qingtang was his pet songbird.
She was sweet, obedient, submissive, and willing to put up with anything.
Until that night, when he saw through the crack in the door as she leaned toward a stranger. Her slender, bony fingers hooked beneath the man's chin as she looked down at him and smiled with wanton abandon. “It was just an act. Why take it seriously?”
The man tilted his chin up, as devout as a believer. “Qingtang, don't leave me.”
It turned out she wasn't a kitten.
She was a fox.
A man-eater.
