In the kitchen on the first floor, Chu Wuyang was focused on preparing the ingredients in her hands.

The movements were a bit clumsy.

She wanted to cook some yam porridge, which would be good for her stomach and overall health.

After opening the refrigerator and finding the yams, I discovered that there were no suitable tools in the kitchen.

She was about to borrow a knife from the maid when her hand touched the sliding kitchen door...

Then I heard hushed conversations coming from outside.

Her movements stopped.

His steps froze.

From the living room, Li Yan and Mingxiu's voices could be heard intermittently.

The conversation unexpectedly brought her up.

Chu Wuyang's fingers were gripping the door frame.

Neither advancing nor retreating is an option.

Going out now would be too awkward;

But it would be impolite to continue standing here eavesdropping.

She was hesitating.

Mingxiu's voice suddenly rose a little.

This forced her to listen more clearly.

"Do you still have any hope for that woman?"

Mingxiu's voice was full of sarcasm and disdain.

"If she knew that President Jing had recovered, she wouldn't be so infatuated with him,"

"Do you think she'd still be willing to persuade President Jing to get treatment?"

"It's good enough if they don't add fuel to the fire!"

Chu Wuyang's eyes widened in surprise, somewhat puzzled.

"Shut up!"

Li Yan reprimanded in a low voice, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction.

"The 'woman' you mentioned is still Mrs. Jing, Mr. Jing's legal wife!"

"Besides, my wife isn't that kind of selfish person."

"Also, have you forgotten what President Jing warned you about last time?"

"President Jing himself said it was a misunderstanding, and he doesn't care. Why are you so concerned?"

Mingxiu was clearly taken aback by these words.

But he quickly retorted, unwilling to accept it.

"How could I not care?"

"Look at President Jing these days, when has he ever been in a good mood?"

"Besides her, who else could have turned President Jing into this?"

A brief silence fell over the living room.

Chu Wuyang felt as if his heartbeat was amplified infinitely, pounding heavily against his eardrums.

She stood at the doorway, motionless, as if trapped in some invisible cage.

"Perhaps President Jing cares about something else!"

Li Yan's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of helplessness and deep meaning.

"What else could possibly concern President Jing? Besides that woman!"

Mingxiu's tone was full of frustration, but the hostility in her words did not diminish in the slightest.

It has even become more acute.

Li Yan remained silent for a moment.

His voice lowered, carrying a hint of ambiguous emotion.

"What President Jing cares about may not be the betrayal itself... but the reason for the betrayal."

Mingxiu was taken aback, clearly not understanding the deeper meaning of those words.

Li Yan continued:

"How could he not see through such a simple divisive tactic, including that recording, that the other party was doing it on purpose?"

"President Jing is always calm and composed; these things can't fool him at all."

"But he still got angry because of it... Don't you find that strange?"

"He knew it was a trap, but he still fell into it."

He paused, as if pondering, or perhaps sighing:

"Clearly, what he cares more about is what kind of hardship lies behind this."

Mingxiu frowned, still looking confused:

"What's your predicament?"

"Betrayal is betrayal, what excuse could there be?"

"Don't always think of her as so innocent!"

Li Yan didn't explain further; it was clear that he couldn't reason with him. He simply sighed softly.

Mingxiu became more and more excited as she spoke.

"Anyway, as long as President Jing gets cured, she won't be unhappy because of her anymore!"

"Didn't the psychologist already say that?"

"President Jing's feelings for her are nothing but a morbid obsession, a manifestation of his unstable mental state!"

"Once he's cured, he'll return to normal,"

"Even if... even if I still like her, I wouldn't be so obsessed as to torture myself like this."

As he said this, his voice unconsciously lowered, his tone carrying a mixture of expectation and disdain.

"And it's very likely that after he recovers, he'll discover that it wasn't love at all..."

"At that point, he might completely ignore that woman."

"That's just right!"

Chu Wuyang stood behind the door, her fingers gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white.

It turns out that, in everyone's eyes, she had become the "cause of Jingmin's illness".

Her existence became the root of all his pain and madness.

She never imagined that she was the "culprit" who triggered Jingmin's illness.

It felt like something was blocking my throat, making it difficult to even breathe.

Chu Wuyang stood there, the yam in her hand slipped and fell to the ground with a sound.

The conversation in the living room stopped abruptly.

Mingxiu walked over first.

Upon seeing that it was her, his expression stiffened slightly.

Without saying a word, he turned and left.

Li Yan followed closely behind.

Chu Wuyang looked visibly embarrassed.

But as always, he nodded slightly, maintaining his usual politeness.

Chu Wuyang didn't pay attention to their reactions, and her face showed no emotion.

She pointed to the other ingredients on the counter that hadn't been processed yet.

The voice was calm and natural.

"It's alright, I was just about to cook some porridge for Jingmin."

"If you have something to do, go ahead and take care of it."

Li Yan stood still, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke.

"Madam, we were indeed rude in talking about you behind your back just now. We apologize."

His tone became more serious.

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