The photos that had caused her sleepless nights in her past life came crashing down like a tidal wave.

It engulfed Mingyao in an instant.

Mingyao had never actually met Qin Jiaojiao; even the photos only showed her profile and back.

But the intimate scene between her and Pei Siyu in the photo was still vivid in her mind, and every frame was like a sharp blade, stabbing hard into Mingyao's heart.

A pain shot through her chest and spread throughout her body. Mingyao took a deep breath and barely managed to suppress her surging emotions.

With a last shred of reason, Mingyao stood before the half-closed door.

The woman's voice was even more ambiguous, leaving much to the imagination.

Mingyao restrained herself from overthinking and tentatively asked, "Husband, are you in there?"

Her hands and feet were ice-cold, and she hesitated, unsure whether she should go in.

"I am here."

Pei Siyu opened the door and was stunned for a moment when he saw Mingyao, who was almost crying.

After wiping his hands with a wet wipe, he cupped Mingyao's face in his hands and asked, "What's wrong?"

His clothes were intact, and there was no trace of hair or lovemaking on his body.

Mingyao's heart settled down, and she hugged Pei Siyu tightly: "I was just about to go look for you, but I didn't expect to find you here."

Pei Siyu had a gardenia scent that Mingyao recognized.

"Who are you in there with? What are you doing?"

A woman's hoarse voice came from behind: "You must be Brother Pei's wife."

Ming Yao's eyes turned cold as she looked at the woman with a forced smile. "That's right."

She took Pei Siyu's arm and smiled gracefully: "My name is Su Xueya, and I am Pei Siyu's legal wife."