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Ye Wenyu felt as if she were being pricked by needles. She felt like she couldn't breathe and couldn't do anything. She could only stare blankly at Lin Tingfeng.

She was like a fish thrown ashore, struggling pitifully, clearly running out of oxygen.

The teahouse was dimly lit and the air was cold.

Lin Tingfeng took a deep breath and said to her, "Cai Wenchuan has always loved my sister, from when she was five or six years old and he was eighteen. He has loved her for many years."

Although Ye Wenyu was somewhat prepared, hearing the news from Lin Tingfeng still felt like her heart shattered into pieces in an instant, as if all the blood had drained from the soles of her feet with a "thud." At this moment, her lips also turned pale.

My limbs were ice cold, and I felt as if I were in a cellar.

This was a very heavy blow to her.

Lin Tingfeng gazed at Ye Wenyu with heartache in his eyes. He said slowly to her, "I knew about this as soon as I returned to the Lin family. But considering the feelings between a man and a woman, let them develop freely. This is not the old society, where a young lady cannot fall in love with the son of a servant."

Ye Wenyu remained silent, afraid that the trembling in her voice would betray her inner turmoil. She lowered her head to avoid letting Lin Tingfeng see the rush of blood to her face.

Lin Tingfeng didn't see it as expected. Gazing into the distance, holding his teacup, he slowly recalled and said, "My younger sister has never loved Cai Wenchuan. She started dating when she was twelve, and her boyfriends came and went, but Cai Wenchuan was never her turn. So, Cai Wenchuan was very miserable."

Ye Wenyu saw Lin Tingfeng's mouth opening and closing, but she gradually couldn't hear him clearly anymore. It seemed as if he was talking to her through the windowpane. Her whole being felt as if her soul had already left her body and was floating in mid-air.

The pain in her heart was indescribable. It was autumn, but she felt as if she were in the cold winter, and it seemed as if it was snowing heavily outside, not autumn rain.

Cai Wenchuan is a very pitiful person. His inner demons are hard to unravel. If he liked Lin Tingyue since he was eighteen, and when she was in college, he was already an associate professor at Q University, over thirty years old, then what was his original intention and purpose in approaching her, being nice to her, and professing his love to her?

This thought, like a summer lightning bolt, appeared in Ye Wenyu's mind and then became fixed, causing her immense pain.

Ye Wenyu dared not think further, only feeling the seawater surging up from all parts of her body, threatening to engulf her. A kind of fear, like an invisible giant hand, gripped her heart tightly.

She suddenly felt very cold. She looked around listlessly and noticed that the autumn rain outside the window seemed to be getting heavier.

At this moment, the tea room was dimly lit, and she was very grateful for the light, so that Lin Tingfeng could not see the sound of blood flowing on her face.

He will never know her true feelings.

It's so painful, so painful. If it's a breakup, then it's a breakup. But even her most cherished first love, that beautiful past, was a lie!

This can't be true, it can't be true. She just felt that if it were true, then her most sincere heart had been trampled underfoot and crushed repeatedly.

She gripped the bone china teacup tightly in her hand, so tightly that she almost crushed it.

Lin Tingfeng slowly said, "He likes her, he's liked her for over ten years, and he probably still likes her now. When I found out he was with you, I suspected he had ulterior motives. Later, you two broke up, and I thought, let it go, there's no need to tell you, since we're no longer together."

As he said this, Lin Tingfeng looked at Ye Wenyu without making a sound, like a hunting dog guarding a rabbit hole. His gaze was like a scanner, not missing any trace of her expression.

He gazed at her, observing her, and saw that her face was as pale as a marble sculpture. A pang of heartache shot through him. He continued slowly, "Until last time, when I saw you two getting engaged at a five-star hotel, I knew I had to tell you the truth. I think the reason Cai Wenchuan wanted to get back together with you was because, at the hospital, he saw Lin Tingyue choose Jiang Zhiming. He was heartbroken, wasn't he? He also wanted to forget my sister and start over, so he desperately wanted to hold onto you."

At this point, Lin Tingfeng smiled and gently said to Ye Wenyu, who seemed to have suddenly fallen seriously ill, "You are like his last straw. I think it's wrong and excessive to do this! Only by truly loving someone can you go down the path of marriage. Otherwise, marriage is the most terrible hell in the world. I am the best example of that."

Ye Wenyu remained like a soulless doll, staring blankly at Lin Tingfeng with her large, watery eyes.

Is he feeding on her pain, savoring it like the finest tea in the world?

She gripped her hand tightly, and the tips of her fingers turned red because of the excessive force, causing blood to pool there.

Lin Tingfeng glanced at her, fully aware of her pain, and said with a sense of relief, "So I'm also planning to get a divorce. This is the second thing I wanted to tell you." After saying this, he felt a sense of relief and ease.

Lin Tingfeng looked at Ye Wenyu expectantly, hoping for her joyful reaction. However, her face was pale, her complexion like that of a dead person, without any excitement. She was still immersed in the truth that Cai Wenchuan had used her, her whole body was cold, and she couldn't come back to her senses for a while. She didn't know how much time had passed, but she was still like a wooden person. Lin Tingfeng felt a wave of disappointment, and his heart sank to the bottom like a small stone.

Ye Wenyu remained seated blankly in the chair, her face as pale as a corpse. The rain outside the window intensified, the raindrops pounding against the windowpane with a "pat-pat" sound, each raindrop the size of a coin.

Seeing Ye Wenyu like this, so heartbroken over Cai Wenchuan, Lin Tingfeng felt a sharp, stabbing pain in his heart. He wondered, did Cai Wenchuan really have that much charm? Jealousy filled his heart, almost driving him mad with pain. He took his hands, which had been casually resting on the table, down and put them in his pockets, clenching them into fists where she couldn't see them.

In his eyes, Cai Wenchuan was just a bookworm, and an overly sensitive and awkward one at that, penniless. He never expected that the girl he liked would value him so much and like him so much.

His heart was almost broken by anger and jealousy.

However, still clinging to a sliver of hope, Lin Tingfeng forced a smile and said to Ye Wenyu, "Hey, Xiaoyu, I just said I'm planning to divorce my wife and pursue you. Are you happy?" As soon as he finished speaking, his heart began to pound wildly, like a drumbeat. He became extremely nervous.