The Beautiful Master Who Always Treats Me to Dinner

On the tenth anniversary of their marriage, her wife told Lin Wansu, "I don't feel anything for you anymore."

Lin Wansu thought she would be heartbroken, but inside she felt perfectly calm.

Over the years, her wife rarely came home and hardly ever took care of their daughter.

Lin Wansu handled every little thing around the house by herself.

Life was like a cup of boiled water left to cool: colorless, tasteless, dull, yet something she had to swallow day after day.

She had grown used to swallowing it.

Until one day, her wife, a university teacher, brought home a young woman.

"This is Zhou Lిండong, my student. From now on, she'll come every week to tutor Keke."

In the dim light, Lin Wansu looked up, and her gaze unexpectedly met a pair of dark eyes.

The girl stood beside her wife.

She had a young, vibrant body.

Her black hair was like ink, her skin pale and cool.

A hint of distant chill lingered in her features, yet the light brown beauty mark at the corner of her left eye gave her an alluring air.

Most captivating of all were her eyes.

Dark, clear.

A feeling of youth.

The girl dipped her head slightly. "Hello, Shiniang."

Her voice was clear and cool, like a drop of water landing on the lake that had been still for far too long inside Lin Wansu.

Lin Wansu lowered her head and said nothing.

*

Her wife still rarely came home. On the occasions she did, she would grab her fishing gear and head out, paying no attention to their crying daughter.

One night, their daughter came down with a fever. Lin Wansu couldn't get a taxi and was on the verge of tears when Zhou Lindong drove over in the middle of the night and took them to the hospital.

Without Zhou Lindong's help, Lin Wansu wouldn't have known what to do.

She thanked Zhou Lindong.

Zhou Lindong looked at her and suddenly said,

"Shiniang, your teacher never takes care of the family. How can you put up with it?"

Lin Wansu froze.

"Why don't you get divorced?"

Lin Wansu had never considered divorce, but after Zhou Lindong said it, the idea grew larger and larger in her mind.

She looked at her wife sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper. Their child was playing beside her and fell over, but her wife only glanced at her.

Not long afterward, Lin Wansu got divorced.

*

After Keke started elementary school, her workload increased, and Zhou Lindong came over more often, sometimes staying until late at night.

That night, after bathing, Lin Wansu inexplicably changed into that thin silk nightgown.

Very thin. It left her legs exposed.

She carried a plate of fruit and pushed open the study door. Her daughter had already fallen asleep with her head on the desk, while Zhou Lindong was grading papers with her head bowed.

Under the light, those hands were long and fair, with distinct knuckles. Lin Wansu stared, a little dazed.

With her head lowered, Zhou Lindong curled her lips into a faint, inscrutable smile.

Those dark, clear eyes looked toward Lin Wansu.

"Shiniang, aren't you cold?"

There will be no romance before the divorce. Nothing will happen.

Theme: Study hard.