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The day Yao Ling discovered that her fiancé Song Hui had cheated on her was a rainy night.
The rain was pouring outside the window, and inside the window, she threw the evidence of the other party's cheating on the table.
Song Hui smiled and said in a light tone: "Okay, let's divide it then."
The door was slammed, and Yao Ling stood in the living room. She suddenly felt very tired, so she turned and walked to the bedroom. Opening the door, the curtains were not drawn, and the cold moonlight came in.
There was a man sitting on the single sofa next to the bed.
He was wearing an expensive suit, and his expensive cufflinks shone in the moonlight, and his expression could not be seen clearly in the backlight.
Yao Ling leaned against the wall, "I broke up, are you satisfied?"
In the darkness, Meng Bingzhu stood up, took two steady steps forward, and stopped in front of her.
"Aren't you with him just for money? If that's the case, why not give it a try..."
He came closer to her, his breath brushing against her ear:
"Marry me?"
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Married life went smoother than Yao Ling expected.
Meng Bingzhu, president of a listed group. He has a prominent family background, is young and rich. He has outstanding looks and stable emotions. He is tolerant of her to the point of being indulgent and patient to the point of being ridiculous.
What's more, the bed is gentle.
When she frowned, he relaxed her, and when she cried out in pain, he stopped. Afterwards, when she came back from the shower, the sheets had been changed, warm water was placed on the bedside, and he even took the trouble to apply medicine for her.
Until one night when she went to take a shower, her phone was thrown on the bed, the screen lit up, and Song Hui's messages popped up one after another.
"Yao Ling, I was wrong."
"The Song family is bankrupt. She and I have broken up a long time ago. Are you still blaming me?"
"Would you like to meet me?"
Meng Bingzhu withdrew his gaze, leaned on the bedside and read a book, saying nothing.
She was woken up during the night.
He bent in front of her and buried his head deeply. It was so deep that she curled her toes and dug her nails into his back. He didn't seem to notice, and he weighed her every time, as if he was going to smash her into pieces.
She's almost there. The doorbell suddenly rang outside the door. Yao Ling's whole body tensed up, and before she could react, he grabbed her wrist and turned her over.
"Has he been here?" He gasped, his voice hoarse.
She bit her lip and didn't dare to speak.
The doorbell was still ringing, once and again, and Song Hui's vague shouting came through the door.
He lowered his head and kissed the back of her neck, coaxing her, and her breath was completely confused:
"Lingling, baby, wife..."
"Cry it out and make him listen."
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Two hours later, the door was opened.
Song Hui was drunk and blocked the door of Yao Ling's house, smelling of alcohol. When he saw the door being opened, his eyes lit up. When he saw the person clearly, he was stunned.
Meng Bingzhu stood inside.
The collar of his shirt was slightly open, two buttons were fastened wrongly, and there was a light red mark on his neck. His hair was slightly messy, and his whole person exuded a sense of laziness afterward.
"Why is it you? What are you doing! Where is Yao Ling?" Song Hui rushed in with red eyes, "Yao Ling!"
Meng Bingzhu leaned against the door frame and did not stop him, but turned sideways. Song Hui rushed to the center of the living room and suddenly stopped.
On the wall facing the sofa, there is a huge wedding photo hanging. The woman in the photo is wearing a white gauze, leaning on the shoulder of the man in a suit and leather shoes, smiling very softly, with bright eyes.
The man was standing behind him at the moment.
"After listening for two hours, you still can't figure out what we are doing?"
Song Hui turned around and saw Meng Bingzhu tugging at his collar, revealing mottled red marks and scratches.
His throat was tight: "Meng Bingzhu, who do you think you are? Who do you think you are when you steal your brother's girlfriend?!"
"I thought it was obvious."
Meng Bingzhu leaned against the door frame, slowly raised his finger and pointed at the photo, his tone was relaxed, and he looked like he was in a royal position:
"Count her husband."
🍷Reading Guide🍷
1.1V1. Sc
2. The female protagonist had no relationship development with the male protagonist before she broke up with the scumbag.
Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you
