My Wife Humiliated Me in Public. After Our Divorce, She Begged Me to Get Back Together

"Xinyi, is this the husband of yours who delivers takeout?" The man laughed casually. I stood in the doorway, still holding the half-eaten bun in my hand. The oil had gone cold. Zhan Xinyi's face stiffened. The next second, she suddenly pulled her hand away from his. "What are you doing here?" She stared at me. Her tone wasn't panicked, just annoyed. My throat tightened, but I still asked, "What are you two doing?" As if I'd hit a sore spot, her voice shot up. "I was out for a work engagement. Are you following me?" The man beside her chuckled and looked me up and down. "Buddy, don't go out looking like that and embarrass yourself." I