On our third wedding anniversary, I discovered that my husband's mobile phone password had been changed.
The new password is his female assistant's birthday.
That night, I knocked on that man's door—my husband's most hated rival, Mr. Fu, the most untouchable person in the city.
"Help me put on a show." I slapped the marriage certificate on his desk.
He raised his eyes and slowly unbuttoned the top button of his shirt: "Acting? Miss Su, I never act. If you want to do it, do it for real."
Later, my husband knelt in the rain and begged me to come home.
The man pressed me into his arms, lowered his head and bit my ear: "Tell him, whose seed is in your belly?"
I smiled: "Master Fu, there is nothing in my stomach."
His eyes darkened: "Then... Just do it until then."
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