In the fifth year of my marriage, I received a message about an unpaid bill. Following the lead, I found the woman Jiang Yunzheng was keeping on the side. That afternoon, Jiang Yunzheng canceled all sorts of meetings and showed up in front of me.
"Meng Qinghe, I'll give you what you want, so don't go after her."
"You'll always be Mrs. Jiang."
The usually calm and rational Jiang Yunzheng now looked anxious and agitated. He was genuinely afraid I would go after that woman. But I had no intention of doing that, because I was thoroughly sick of being called Mrs. Jiang.
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