Candlelight danced in the gilded candlesticks, illuminating the two steak Wellingtons with an alluring luster.
The dining table is covered with a linen tablecloth ironed by Shen Qing himself, and a bottle of 1982 Lafite lies beside it.
Today is the third wedding anniversary of her and Gu Mingxuan.
Everything was prepared to perfection.
The phone screen lit up, breaking the silence in the room.
The humming sound was particularly abrupt in the empty living room.
It's an unknown number.
Shen Qing opened it and a photo popped up.
The background of the photo is the familiar floor-to-ceiling window in Gu Mingxuan's office, with the bright city night view outside the window.
And her husband, Gu Mingxuan, was bowing his head and kissing a young girl.
Shen Qing also knew that girl.
It was Su Rou, a poor student she had supported one-on-one three years ago.
