Mrs. Li took another sip of coffee and looked out the window at the hustle and bustle of traffic. No matter how much she smiled, she couldn't hide the sadness in her tone. "Models, internet celebrities, college students, and any woman I met in a bar or nightclub. I remember the first time I found out, I lost my temper, smashed everything in the house, and wanted to divorce Li Shiguang. He cried and begged for forgiveness, saying that he was drunk by that woman and didn't mean to betray me. He loved me and only had me in his heart. I was in pain, but I couldn't bear to leave him, so in the end we didn't divorce. Later, when similar things happened again, Li Shiguang continued to coax me, saying that the woman seduced him and he didn't fall for it."

Seeing Xia Xi unconsciously revealing a look of pity, Mrs. Li curled her lips: "Do you think I'm pathetic?"

Xia Xi had no intention of interfering in other people's feelings, she shook her head casually.

Mrs. Li said, "I feel pathetic too. Over time, with so many incidents, I've become numb. And then the numbness leads to a resurgence, with hypersensitivity and frenzy. Whenever someone of the opposite sex appears around Li Shiguang, I'm like a frightened bird, always feeling like they're trying to seduce him. I recently ran into a friend I haven't seen in years, my best friend since childhood. Her words can be harsh, but that's undeniable. She said I've changed a lot and seem neurotic."

She felt like she was hit by a stick, and she woke up and realized that her mind was sick and had become pathological.

"I have decided to divorce, but Li Shiguang disagrees. I have some evidence and am preparing to file for divorce." Mrs. Li put on sunglasses, not wanting to expose her vulnerability in front of someone she was not very familiar with.

The fact that she was willing to tell Xia Xi her private affairs showed her utmost sincerity.

"Miss Xia, I really like your design." Mrs. Li extended a hand and said sincerely, "When the property is divided during the divorce, I will get that private manor. I hope you can continue to help me decorate it. However, I need to change the style. I said before that I wanted a combination of marble and wood style because I took Li Shiguang's preferences into consideration. Now I just want a pure wood style, preferably suitable for the elderly to live in. It will be my home and my mother's home in the future. I know this will increase your workload, but I will pay you double the design fee of the original amount. Please don't refuse me."

Xia Xi looked at the hand in front of him and hesitated for a long time before holding it.

"Thank you." Mrs. Li nodded and left with her bag.

Before she left, she left a message: "Next time we meet, don't call me Mrs. Li. My name is Song Wenqin."

Xia Xi sat there, sighing for a while. Sunlight streamed in, covering half of her face. She held the cup, sipping orange juice intermittently. A call came in on her phone. Xia Xi glanced at the screen. It was Xia Yue calling. She quickly put down the cup and answered.