Now that I'm middle-aged, I often feel like my life shouldn't be this way, but it's just how it is.

Wen Jiaojiao closed the door and said:

Have you ever thought about... getting a divorce?

Qi Meijing forced a weak smile:

"I've dedicated most of my life to this, all I wanted was for my daughter to have all my assets. If we divorce, half the city of Hong Kong would line up to marry Jiang Peitian."

I won't stand by and watch him wrestle with his new young wife, have another son, and take away what belongs to my daughter.

Wen Jiaojiao suddenly felt that her previous idea was somewhat rash. After all, this era hadn't reached the point where men cheated and women also had affairs, and both were having fun together.

She sighed, feeling a bit of sympathy for this woman deep down.

Jiang Peitian sat on the living room sofa with a cold face. He received a call from Wen Zhaoye, and his icy eyes softened as he spoke:

"What's wrong?"

Wen Zhaoye had a general understanding of Jiang Peitian, and he spoke up:

"Regarding what happened to my darling today, don't criticize her. She's just looking for something new and enjoys having fun."

Jiang Peitian, who had just finished arguing with Wen Jiaojiao, turned cold. He had initially thought Wen Jiaojiao had called him to invite him to dinner or something, but now he was somewhat annoyed.

He said calmly, "It's alright. She's with me, aren't you worried?"

Wen Zhaoye: "..."

It's precisely because I'm with you that I feel uneasy.

Jiang Peitian sensed the meaning on the other end. A look of helplessness appeared on his face, but his tone was slightly coaxing:

"Have you eaten? How about I come over and have dinner with you?"

Sitting in the restaurant, Jiang Ci looked at Jiang Peitian, her brows furrowing slightly: "..."

He's probably chatting with some woman again.

"No need, I have something to do later."

Wen Zhaoye sat in the empty villa, feeling disappointed. He sighed, finished speaking, and hung up the phone.