Chapter 67 It's Hard Not to Be Tempted

Both of them were clearly at fault.

Why is she now experiencing setbacks everywhere, while Zhou Dajun is doing better and better?

She leaves early and returns late every day, exhausted and with a sore back, yet she can't even get a compliment.

She had no power or influence in the factory, her wages remained the same, without a single increase, but her workload became increasingly heavier.

I've been getting criticized by my boss a lot lately, all because I filled in the wrong number on a report and got scolded for ten minutes in front of the whole department.

Why can't she have such good luck just once?

She had tried her best and had dreamed of a peaceful life.

But reality repeatedly pushed her back into the mire.

Thinking of this, she gently turned her head away, avoiding Zhou Dajun's gaze, suppressing her emotions, and slowly preparing herself.

Seeing that she remained silent and her face was pale, Zhou Dajun assumed that she had been hurt and felt even more pleased. He took a few steps closer and spoke in a gentle tone that carried a hint of charity.

"Don't be sad, this is fate, just accept it... Some people are born to enjoy life, while others toil their whole lives and never get a single day of peace."

Before she could finish speaking, Wu Haiyan suddenly moved.

She grabbed his sleeve.

"Seeing you doing well now puts my mind at ease. But why don't you leave soon? If people find out you've come to see me again, it might cause misunderstandings."

She bit her lower lip, her brows furrowing slightly.

Zhou Dajun stumbled and took a step back.

My heel hit the threshold and I almost fell.

He stood there, stunned, his brows furrowed, his face filled with astonishment.

But instead of leaving, he turned back step by step.

"Why are you crying? I didn't say anything to you. I just came to see you, why are you crying?"

She couldn't hold on any longer.

The pent-up grievances, resentment, and heartache all rushed to my mind at once.

She burst into tears, her shoulders trembling violently.

She was naturally beautiful, with delicate features and fair skin, and was known as the "village beauty" when she was young.

She has been a widow for many years and has been supporting the family all by herself.

She usually dresses plainly and always looks somewhat haggard, appearing weak and pitiful.

It's hard for a man not to be attracted to a woman like that.

I always want to reach out and protect her, to cherish her.

Zhou Dajun cheated on his wife back then.

Isn't it because Wu Haiyan always looked at him with that adoring yet pitiful gaze?

Whenever she looked up at him, her eyes sparkled.

That look in his eyes made him feel like the most important man in the world.

"Alright, stop crying. Seeing you like this makes me feel bad too."

When Zhou Dajun saw her crying so hard she could barely breathe, his heart softened, and he quickly reached out and gently put his arm around her shoulder.

He whispered words of comfort while gently patting her back.

Wu Haiyan leaned against him, feeling his familiar body temperature and breath, her chest rising and falling slightly.

A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of her lips.

She then raised her head, her eyes still glistening with tears, her long eyelashes blinking wetly twice.

“Dajun, actually… I also hate to be separated from you. But we were having such a hard time back then. I was raising the child all by myself and we couldn’t even get enough to eat. If you had stayed by my side, wouldn’t that have been a burden for you? I don’t want you to be unable to turn your life around because of me.”

To be honest, Wu Haiyan and Zhou Dajun are a perfect match when it comes to making fallacies sound like the truth.

One of them spoke with great emotion, while the other listened with rapt attention.

Lies are veiled in deep affection, making it difficult to distinguish truth from falsehood.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Dajun's heart skipped a beat, as if he had been violently struck by something.

His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "Are you... telling the truth? You really... have always been thinking of me?"

"Of course it's true."

Wu Haiyan nodded vigorously, tears welling up in her eyes once again.

But she didn't wipe them away, letting the tears roll down her cheeks.

"Now that I see you're doing well, you've bought a house, your child is in school, and your wife has given you a son, I'm at ease. You don't need to worry about me anymore; I can't be a burden to you any longer. No matter how poor or difficult things get for me, I, Wu Haiyan, will not do anything shameless."

After she finished speaking, she wiped her face hard.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, she abruptly pushed Zhou Dajun away.

"Oh dear, I shouldn't have said all this to you... I shouldn't have said these things. You should leave now! What will happen if someone sees you here and word gets out!"

These words, a playful attempt to lure Zhou Dajun into a trap, immediately captivated him.

He felt a tightness in his chest and a lump in his throat, making it impossible for him to move his legs.

Zhou Dajun, however, held her arm tightly.

“I’m not leaving. No matter what you say, I won’t leave. How can I leave you here all alone? You’re suffering so much, how can I pretend I didn’t see it? How can I be so heartless as to walk away?”

"But... what if Sister Shufen finds out?"

Wu Haiyan lowered her eyes.

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes.

A moment later, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had come up with a brilliant idea.

“If we can get all her money, then we won’t be afraid of anything, right? Then we can leave whenever we want, live together whenever we want, and never have to sneak around or live in fear again.”

That hits the nail on the head.

Zhou Dajun's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted slightly.

With the money in Zhou Shufen's hands, she felt uneasy doing anything.

Her salary card, savings, and property ownership are all in her name.

He has to ask for money even if he wants to buy a piece of clothing; he lives like a little man.

If they could take all the money.

From now on, we won't have to live secretly or have to be mindful of others' feelings.

"you're right."

Zhou Dajun took a deep breath, his eyes gradually darkening.

He stared intently at Wu Haiyan, his voice low but ruthless.

“She trusts me a lot now and tells me everything. We need to figure out a way… take it one step at a time, we can’t rush it. But as long as we have a good plan, the money will be ours sooner or later.”

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

"I'll do whatever you say."

Wu Haiyan nodded, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.

The smile spread from the corners of his mouth, slowly reaching his eyes.

She looked at Zhou Dajun with eyes full of dependence.

The two composed themselves, took a deep breath, and sat down to discuss the specific plan.

With just a few lines of dialogue, the two actors portrayed a deep and abiding love, just like a pair of star-crossed lovers forced to separate.

"Isn't Zhou Shufen just someone with a little money? She's been scheming against people from beginning to end."

Wu Haiyan spoke with conviction, her voice trembling slightly.

"Back then, she relied on her wealthy family to tear us apart. Now that we're taking back what's rightfully ours, are we wrong?"

She became more and more agitated as she spoke, managing to portray something that could not be brought to light as something perfectly natural.

"That makes sense."

Zhou Dajun nodded slowly, his eyes revealing greed.

"But I don't have any good ideas right now. What do you think we should do?"

"I have an idea."

Wu Haiyan leaned closer to Zhou Dajun's ear and whispered.

"What do you think about us like this..."

Her plan was meticulously crafted, with every step carefully laid out with a way out and an excuse.