Border Town Debt

Everyone said that Lin Wei had a good life. Her husband, Chen Yuan, has a good career in Xinjiang. She only needs to take care of her two daughters at home, and the years are peaceful. Until a courier sent a photo: her steady husband, hugging a charming young woman, and a little boy who looked exactly like him in the middle. Ten years of marriage, everything is like a mirror. Chen Yuan's voice came from four thousand kilometers away, calm and cruel: "Weiwei, she gave birth to a son for me, and I have to give her a family." The meek and forbearing Lin Wei in the mirror was shattered at this moment. She didn't cry or make a fuss, she only made two demands: first, divorce immediately. Secondly, my children and property should not be less than what is owed to me according to law. Take off your apron and put on your shirt. From a housewife who was proficient in daily necessities, rice, oil and salt, to a striver who returned to the workplace and opened up a world outside the kitchen, her transformation shocked everyone. Once, her world only consisted of the stove and her children's schoolwork; now, her name has begun to appear in entrepreneurial bulletins and industry newcomer lists. When the "happiness" of Chen Yuan and his new family was turned into a mess by reality, Lin Wei's career was under the spotlight, and a figure was always by the side, silently handing her the most convenient tool. His name is Gu Chuan, he is the boss of an e-commerce company, and he is also the man who is always one step behind her, calling her "Sister Wei" with a smile, but carefully hiding his hot gaze when she is drunk. He was three years younger than her and never concealed his admiration. On the night of the celebration party, he blocked her way, his voice low but firm: "Now, am I qualified to pursue you?"