Zhong Tingyue's eyes showed surprise.

Her fiancé, Chu Fang, was a man who never strayed from a sea of ​​women. He had met many beautiful women in his life, but none of them could get within three feet of him, not even so-called internet celebrities.

Zhong Tingyue once saw a famous female celebrity send messages to Chu Fang to discuss private topics, but Chu Fang found it annoying and deleted her directly.

None of those beauties could catch Chu Fang's eye, yet at this moment, there was a girl who was so intimate with her fiancé.

The short-haired woman brazenly touched Chu Fang's chest muscles, while the latter acted as if he had been raped.

"You female hooligan, get out of here." Chu Fang pushed the short-haired woman aside, then introduced her to Zhong Tingyue, "This is my classmate from junior high and high school, 'Feng Ling'."

The short-haired woman looked up at Zhong Tingyue: "Who are you?"

"My name is Zhong Tingyue."

“Oh, I know you.” Feng Ling nodded. “You’re Xiao Chuzi’s fiancée. My mom has mentioned you a lot.”

Feng Ling's mother and Chu's mother are sisters and mahjong partners.

Feng Ling introduced herself, then turned to Chu Fang and said, "We've finally met, shall we go for a drink?"

"I'm not going," Chu Fang refused.

"You have to go, whether you like it or not." Then, Feng Ling forcibly dragged her to the bar. Zhong Tingyue and the long-haired woman exchanged a glance and then followed.

Entering the bar, Chu Fang and Feng Ling chatted about their experiences over the years, including university, work, and life.

As Zhong Tingyue watched the two chatting, laughing and joking, a strange sense of tension arose in her heart. She had never seen Chu Fang chat so congenially with another girl.

Zhong Tingyue pursed her lips, her delicate face showing a hint of seriousness.

After spending more than an hour at the bar, the two parted ways, with Feng Ling saying, "Let's hang out sometime."

Chu Fang nodded: "No problem."

After they parted ways, on the way back, Chu Fang skipped around, tilting his head to look at his fiancée: "Ms. Zhong, you seem unhappy?"

"No." Zhong Tingyue shook her head. "You and Feng Ling?"

“We were classmates in junior high and high school, and even sat next to each other. Sometimes she would copy my homework before she finished it, and she would copy my name along with it. We both got scolded by the teacher.”

Chu Fang thought back to his past experiences and found it funny. "Feng Ling was probably the girl I had the most contact with before college, besides my mother."

Zhong Tingyue nodded: "You two are childhood sweethearts?"

"I guess so." Chu Fang hesitated, then suddenly thought of something, his eyes flashing with golden light. "Ms. Zhong, you've been unhappy all night. You're not jealous, are you?"

"No."

In the dead of night, the moonlight fell on the ground, casting a silvery glow.

Zhong Tingyue tossed and turned, unable to sleep. Then she sat up and looked at the night sky.

She was still bothered by what happened when she met Feng Ling today.

She felt a sense of urgency, as if she would wake up one morning and Chu would break up with her and get together with that woman named Feng Ling.

She didn't have this feeling back then when Zhang Yan was involved.

Because Zhang Yan's feelings were only one-sided, Chu Fang had no interest in her whatsoever, but Feng Ling... was different.

The two were classmates in junior high and high school, so they had a previous emotional foundation, and judging from their conversations, they got along very well.

Zhong Tingyue looked down at Chu Fang, who was fast asleep, and felt sorry for herself. She clenched her fist, wanting to punch Chu Fang, but halfway through, she stroked Chu Fang's face and said, "Mr. Chu, how can you sleep like this?"

"Maybe I'm overthinking it. So many childhood sweethearts didn't end up together."

Zhong Tingyue shook off those inexplicable thoughts and lay down to sleep.

... ...

In the following days, Chu Fang chatted with Feng Ling every day and would ask her out for meals whenever they had nothing to do. The more Zhong Tingyue looked at them, the more she felt that they were the real couple.

Although she was with me during meals, I still felt uneasy.

Feng Ling's location should be hers.

That day after work.

Chu Fang said, "Feng Ling is treating us to dinner tonight."

“I’m not going,” Zhong Tingyue refused.

"What's wrong?"

Zhong Tingyue replied, "I don't want to go."

Chu Fang tilted his head and said, "Is your period early? Why have you changed so much these past few days? Are you possessed? You're not the Zhong Tingyue I imagined."

“Yes.” Zhong Tingyue nodded. “Mr. Chu wants a wife who can get along with you, someone you can talk to, and someone who can take you to bars to have fun. But I’m sorry, I can’t do that. How about this, Mr. Chu, why don’t you take a concubine? I wholeheartedly agree.”

"Zhong Tingyue, are you having an attack?" Chu Fang touched the other's forehead.

"You're the one who's sick!" Zhong Tingyue rolled her eyes, then strode off angrily toward home.

Chu Fang stood there, stunned: "Huh? Why is this woman suddenly angry? I was just making a very ordinary joke and then I left."

“These past few days she’s always had a gloomy face, as if I owe her money. I’m trying to remember when this started. Oh, I remember now, it was the night I met Feng Ling.”

Thinking of this, Chu Fang's face lit up with joy: "Is this woman jealous? She's definitely jealous!"

He gradually guessed what Zhong Tingyue was really thinking, and then quickly ran up to her: "Ms. Zhong, are you jealous of Feng Ling?"

“No.” Zhong Tingyue said without changing her expression, “I’m not familiar with her.”

“It’s okay if you’re not familiar with her, but I am.”

Zhong Tingyue glanced at him.