"Knowing full well that Shen Zhiyu is your man, your husband, she still shamelessly tries to get close to him, pretending to fawn over him, bringing him food, and finding excuses to get near him... What is this? It's utterly shameless!"

Su Qingzhi quickly grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go, Wei Ying, don't get angry over her."

"Anyway, I've already left the performing arts troupe and I don't have any contact with them anymore. Let them say whatever they want."

"The innocent will remain innocent, and the guilty will remain guilty. Sooner or later, someone will see what kind of person she really is."

But she didn't know that she was speaking too soon.

Just two days later, she actually ran into the cultural troupe.

That day, she and Song Weiying spent the whole afternoon together.

We stayed at the Shen family's house and had a hot, home-cooked dinner together that evening.

The meal was prepared by Shen Zhiyu; it was simple, but clean and efficient.

He silently served food to Su Qingzhi.

Song Weiying sat opposite, watching this scene, feeling a mix of emotions.

The man who once haunted her dreams is now, in her eyes, nothing but dullness and rigidity.

Now, when she sees Shen Zhiyu, she no longer feels the same attraction she once had. She even feels that Shen Zhiyu is not good enough for Su Qingzhi.

Before leaving, Song Weiying held Su Qingzhi's hand and made an appointment to come and visit her again in a couple of days.

"We'll go boating in the park then. I heard that a new lotus pond has opened in the western suburbs, and it's especially beautiful."

Su Qingzhi nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll be waiting for you."

When she returned, she only received a note left by Su Qingzhi.

He wrote crookedly with a pencil.

"I'm going back to Jiangcheng to pay respects to my parents. I'll be back in a few days. Don't worry about me."

Song Weiying stood at the door, staring at the note for a long time.