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On the other end, Cai Wenchuan was burning with anger. In a marriage, if one spouse cheats, then even the most basic trust is gone.

He dialed Lin Tingyue's number, but the phone answered with a cold, electronic female voice indicating that it was switched off.

He had no choice but to put his phone in his pocket. After thinking for a while, he took it out again, found the group chats for all the classes he attended, and asked if any classmates knew Jiang Zhiming's current address because he needed to contact him.

Jiang Zhiming is a recent graduate, having left school just a few months ago. Therefore, he should be able to be found through student groups.

A few minutes later, a student gave the address. Cai Wenchuan wrote it down, entered it into Gaode Map, and then drove off to find it.

He told himself that he must be overthinking things. Lin Tingyue wasn't with Jiang Zhiming. He must be imagining things. She wouldn't go back to him.

Therefore, when Cai Wenchuan arrived at Jiang Zhiming's house and saw that the door was locked, he still did not dare to knock. He stood there like a statue, speechless.

The past is like smoke, one memory after another fluttering through his mind like butterflies.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but he finally mustered up his courage and knocked on Jiang Zhiming's door.

"Who is it?" Jiang Zhiming's voice, just waking up, came from inside.

To avoid alerting the suspect, Cai Wenchuan dared not reveal his name. He knocked on the door again and said in a deliberately hoarse voice, "Property management, checking the natural gas stove."

"Alright, coming right away." Jiang Zhiming inside replied. Cai Wenchuan held his breath, vaguely hearing a familiar female voice: "Who is it?"

Like a thunderclap, Cai Wenchuan's heart leaped into his throat. He couldn't believe his ears. He told himself it must be a hallucination, a hallucination. That voice couldn't possibly be Lin Tingyue.

Time seemed to stand still; to Cai Wenchuan, a few minutes felt like centuries.

Jiang Zhiming opened the door, shirtless and still half-asleep. When he looked up and saw it was Cai Wenchuan, he immediately turned pale with fright, and his drowsiness vanished.

Seeing the strange expression on his face, Cai Wenchuan knew with grief that his guess was probably right, and now he could no longer pretend to be asleep.

This is an undeniable fact, a truth as cruel as a knife.

"Who is it, Zhiming, Zhiming, come quick, come give me a hug." It was still the familiar female voice, alluring and sweet.

Cai Wenchuan felt as if his heart was bleeding. He pushed Jiang Zhiming aside and strode inside.

Every step felt like walking on a knife's edge.

On the bed, beneath the disheveled sheets, lay Lin Tingyue, completely naked.

She was playing on her phone when she suddenly felt something was wrong. She put down her phone, saw him, and immediately sat up in fright. Then she quickly lay back down, as if out of shyness, and covered her head with the blanket.

Completely heartbroken, Cai Wenchuan said to Lin Tingyue on the bed, "Let's get a divorce!" He turned around, and as if suddenly struck by a serious illness, Jiang Zhiming, wearing only his underwear, cowered before Cai Wenchuan and said, "Teacher Cai, I, I, she came to me of her own accord. She said she has a lot of money now, she still loves me, and only me. I, I, I couldn't resist—"

Cai Wenchuan sneered, looking at Jiang Zhiming with disdain, and said coldly, "You two are a perfect match, a bitch and a dog! Congratulations, I'll grant you your wish." After saying this, he slammed the door and left.

The room fell silent again, like a tomb.

Jiang Zhiming stood there like a statue, completely stunned. He didn't feel the cold; his face, caught red-hot by Cai Wenzhong in the act, was flushed and burning.

Sensing that Cai Wenchuan had left, Lin Tingyue poked her head out from under the covers, walked naked to Jiang Zhiming, hugged him, and shamelessly laughed at him, "Oh, Zhiming, what are you embarrassed about? We were in love from the beginning. If anyone's a third party, it's Cai Wenchuan. I've been thinking about how to make him find out. Now that he's found out, isn't that great? I'll divorce him and marry you. Our happy days are yet to come, how wonderful!"

When Jiang Zhiming regained consciousness, he looked at Lin Tingyue, who was naked. She was still beautiful, but for the first time, he felt that this woman was so ugly! All the men around her were just pawns.

Now that she has used Cai Wenchuan and achieved her goal, she wants to get rid of him.

So what if one day she stops loving him and falls for someone else? Should she just kick him out like trash?

"Get away from me!" Jiang Zhiming shoved Lin Tingyue away fiercely, then went to find his clothes to put on. He needed to find a place to calm down.

A person should act with conscience; otherwise, they will live a life of unease and will not have a good life.

Teacher Cai is a renowned professor at Q University. She is a very upright and knowledgeable person. He has always admired her. He slept with Lin Tingyue, and it was really just a moment of lust that clouded his judgment.

Lin Tingyue was pushed so hard by Jiang Zhiming that she fell to the ground with a thud. She angrily said to him, "Zhiming, don't be ungrateful!"

Jiang Zhiming finished dressing, looked at her coldly, and said to her, "Now I finally understand why everyone likes Ye Wenyu and hates you. Lin Tingyue, you really have a serious problem with your character. Do you think you can live a good life by cheating and swindling?"

Lin Tingyue sat on the ground, smiled smugly, and said to him, "I'm doing very well now. Those good people you mentioned, Lin Tingfeng and Ye Wenyu, are now either sick or poor, and they're all living very miserable lives."

Jiang Zhiming fell silent.

At this moment, Lin Tingyue stood up, turned on her phone, and a barrage of calls and text messages came in. Some were from Lin Tingfeng's ex-wife, some from Cai Wenchuan, and the most important one was from her maid: "Miss, your mother is seriously ill and in the hospital!"

How did she only find out her mother was seriously ill?! Lin Tingyue's face turned pale. She immediately grabbed her clothes, haphazardly combed her hair, and rushed to the hospital.

When Lin Tingyue arrived at the hospital, Zhang Yingzi was already on her deathbed. In addition to Lin Tingyue, there were also Lin Tingxuan, Cai Wenchuan, and Lin Tingfeng in the ward.

The ward was packed with people.

Lin Tingyue was furious when she saw Lin Tingfeng in a hospital gown. She yelled at him, "Who told you to come?"

Lin Tingfeng replied coldly, "Your mother sent me."

"I don't believe it!" Lin Tingyue screamed.

"Xiaoyue, stop calling. I called Tingfeng." It was Zhang Yingzi's weak voice, but Lin Tingyue was startled when she heard it. Why did her mother have this voice? It sounded just like her father's. He was like this before he died, dying and hoarse. But no matter how seriously ill a person is, a woman's voice can't become a man's!

This is truly bizarre.

Lin Tingyue's eyes widened to the size of a teacup; she felt fear.

Zhang Yingzi's voice rang out again, still a hoarse and husky male voice. She said to the shocked Lin Tingyue, "Xiaoyue, come here."