The car drove all the way to the left bank courtyard, and four movers helped her move her things up one by one.

One trip after another, in this quiet night, is very eye-catching.

Meng Sheng went upstairs carrying the wedding photo. There was no toolbox at home, so she went to the kitchen to get a pair of scissors and cut the wedding photo into pieces with a few strokes.

Then cut it into pieces little by little.

It’s just that the quality of the frame was so good that she was too lazy to fix it, and when she came out, the door was already piled with things.

One of the masters said, "Ms. Meng, all the things have been moved up, please count them."

"Thank you very much. Thank you for your hard work."

Meng Sheng didn't count the money. After paying the money, he gave each of them a tip of 500 yuan.

Not only are some of the boxes heavy, but some of the boxes that contain jewelry and bags, they are handled with extreme care, for fear of damaging them.

Can't afford to pay.

Then he pointed to a box containing a frame and a lot of debris and said, "Could you please take this down for me to throw away?"

Except for the frame, the photo is no longer recognizable.

"It's not a big deal, just leave it to us." The mover was naturally happy to receive an extra tip of 500 yuan and accepted it with a smile.

"Thank you very much."

Meng Sheng smiled, watched them go, and then stared at the twenty or thirty boxes.

Today I attended the opening ceremony of a seminar, gave lectures, argued, and moved.

There were too many things to do and she was already very tired, so she had no intention of stopping.

Thinking that I hadn’t had dinner yet and didn’t want to go to the kitchen, I picked up my phone and ordered a takeaway for myself.

Just after paying, a WeChat message flashed on my phone: [Have you returned to the Left Bank Courtyard? ]

It’s Pei Sui.

Meng Sheng was stunned.

Hesitantly typing: [Do you know? ]

After waiting for two minutes, there was no reply from him, but the elevator door opened instead.

What comes into view is a tall and straight figure like a pine or bamboo.

The two of them looked at each other from a distance across the twenty or thirty boxes, both of them were stunned.

Meng Sheng was surprised that he suddenly appeared on this floor, while Pei Sui was stunned to see those boxes.

But it was fleeting.

"Why are you..." came.

Meng Sheng asked first.

"I heard the butler downstairs say that your floor was moving, so I asked him to help me swipe my card to come up." Pei Sui explained.

I see.

Meng Sheng nodded and asked, "Did you just come back from overtime?"

"Well, I missed some things during the day." Pei Sui's deep eyes moved slightly, swept across the boxes, pursed his lips and asked, "Have you explained everything to Shang Boyu?"

"Not really. If I had explained it clearly to him, I wouldn't have to go through so much trouble."

Meng Sheng smiled bitterly, but there was no excessive emotion in her eyes. "I have already filed for divorce with him. I will trouble you with the subsequent procedures."

Pei Sui pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry about the divorce. I have prepared all the materials for you. Tomorrow I will contact Shang Boyu in the name of your attorney.

We can discuss the rest tomorrow, there is no need to rush. I think you are tired today, so go to bed early."

"Okay, thank you."

Meng Sheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then smiled at him.

At this point, the hot searches on the Internet about Shang Boyu's cheating have been suppressed by the business.

Meng Sheng glanced at the trending searches.

Instead, I saw an entry for "Yisheng Art Museum" on it, but it wasn't very popular.

I clicked on it and saw that it was reporting on the opening ceremony of a joint exhibition at the art museum some time ago, but among the less than a thousand comments, all were discussing Shang Boyu's cheating.

It's just that when comparing it to the day when Shang Boyu protected her behind him and explained and defended her with righteous words, most people felt sad.

I thought I had met love, but in the end, I met a ghost.

Netizens all felt sorry for her.

Meng Sheng's gaze lingered on a comment for a long time - you see, even if you are beautiful, you will still be let down. For men, what you can't get is the best.

She thought it made sense.

Being let down has nothing to do with appearance.

It's just about character.

When it comes to love, in the end, it all depends on conscience.

The same is true for marriage.

The night was dark. She put down her chopsticks and suddenly felt that she had no appetite.

He stood up and walked to the French window.

Looking out through the double-sided glass, the myriad lights reflected in my eyes are like stars pouring on black velvet. The glass curtain walls of the high-rise buildings in the distance divide the neon lights into geometric blocks of light.

The tainted relationship between her and Shang Boyu is now like the crisscrossing footprints on the beach at low tide.

The sea water becomes fresher after coming and going a few times, and those fierce and flamboyant dialogues will eventually become vague scratches in memory.

Meng Sheng was not sentimental, but rather very calm.

Let it end like this.

That night, she slept very soundly and was deeply immersed in a confused dream.

She dreamed that Shang Boyu and Ning Weiwei's child was born, a son.

She also dreamed that Shang Boyu held a full-month banquet for their child, while she herself was standing outside the emergency room of the hospital in a miserable state, waiting alone for the sad news that death would take her daughter's life.

But before she could feel sad in her dream, the scene changed and turned into a court scene.

Shang Boyu and Ning Weiwei were both sitting in the dock. The outline of the plaintiff's seat was too blurry for her to see clearly, but their postures were straight and upright.

Finally, the judge made his verdict, finding Shang Boyu guilty of bigamy and sentenced him to three years and eight months in prison, while Ning Weiwei was convicted of intentional homicide and sentenced to death with a one-year reprieve.

Ning Weiwei appealed in despair, but unfortunately her appeal was rejected by the judge on the spot.

The screen turns dark at this point.

When Meng Sheng opened his eyes, he seemed to vaguely see a familiar figure in the audience seats in his dream.

Equally blurry.

But that figure wearing a cheongsam, with a soft and gentle scent of books, no matter how blurry it is, cannot resist her innate temperament.

Even when she was awake, she recognized it.

It's Lvy.

It was not yet fully light outside, and the room was dark because of the heavy curtains drawn.

Meng Sheng sat there in a daze, his eyes a little dazed, but he seemed to still be able to see Lvy's figure in the darkness.

I actually dreamed about her.

Why was she at this court trial?

The figure standing in the plaintiff's seat is... Pei Sui?

The messy thoughts became heavier and heavier, making it difficult for her to sort them out, and her brows became more and more furrowed.

Since you can't figure it out, why make it difficult for yourself?

Is this not the only thing in this world that is hard to understand?

She chuckled quietly, no emotion in it, just a chuckle.

After a while, she forced herself out of this vortex of thoughts.

Turn on the light in the room, get out of bed and wash up.

When she walked into the living room, she saw dozens of boxes piled at the door from afar. She stared at them for a few seconds. She didn't feel hungry, so she simply walked over and started packing to kill time.

It's not difficult to clean up.

All you have to do is to distinguish which ones you want, which ones you don’t want, and which ones can be sold second-hand.

It was almost eight o'clock and the sky was already completely bright.

The golden morning light poured in from the large French windows, falling on the pot of azalea on the low platform that had just been watered but had not yet bloomed. It danced in the beam of light like burning stardust.

Meng Sheng has already sorted out four or five boxes, but the entrance is becoming more and more messy.

Not long after, a notification tone suddenly rang out from the cell phone placed on the ground.

It was sent by Pei Sui: [Are you awake? ]