Then, he would hand the list of assets to his wife, and the two would reconcile. Then, he would join forces to kick her while she was down.

She knew she could tolerate Jing Min's humiliation, but only in front of him alone.

If another woman were added, even if Mo Sangyu didn't say anything, but just stood there and glanced at her... no matter how strong her bones were, she might not be able to withstand it.

Chu Wuyang grabbed her bag in a panic, her fingertips turning white from gripping it so tightly, and rushed out the door.

In the living room, the man with his back to her was talking quietly on the phone.

Seemingly hearing a noise, it paused slightly and turned around to look.

The door had already closed gently. Jing Min didn't notice anything different. He just chuckled and continued the call. His smile was light and relaxed, as if the cold gloom that used to hang between his brows had suddenly been swept away today.

The corridor was empty and quiet.

Chu Wuyang stood in front of the elevator, able to clearly hear her own heartbeat, each rapid beat pounding against her eardrums.

She gripped her bag tightly, silently counting in her mind.

If... it's really that unfortunate, and when the elevator doors open, Mo Sangyu is standing inside... how should she phrase it?

She couldn't deny it, no matter how ashamed and angry she was, the facts were there... she had indeed spent the night with another man's husband.

How is she supposed to face this? Kneel down and beg for forgiveness? Say "I'm sorry"?

She could never do such a thing, even if it meant her death.

Or should we just say she was forced?

Mo Sangyu seems to love Jingmin so much. If Jingmin coaxes her a bit, she'll definitely forgive him and think she's making excuses. It's like she's been cast as a green tea bitch and become part of their marital drama.

The elevator doors finally opened slowly with a "ding".

Nobody was there.

Chu Wuyang breathed a slight sigh of relief, but her palms remained clenched as she walked in with heavy steps.

As I descended, my heart pounded in my chest like a drum.

Finally, we arrived at the lobby.

She had just stepped out of the hotel when a blinding flash of light suddenly shone towards her.

She instinctively raised her hand to block it, but a barrage of insults exploded in her ears.

"You, Chu Wuyang, I've finally caught you red-handed! You're a slut who sleeps with married men!"

"It's truly an eye-opener. I wonder which blind old geezer actually spent a fortune to book the entire rooftop to fool around with you for a night?"

"Don't try to deny it. I've been staking out you all night and I've taken photos. Everyone should see that the dignified heiress of the Chu family probably became a so-called president by sleeping with men to exchange for resource contracts, right?"

"What credibility can you possibly have for the words of a piece of trash like you?"