Is it Lin Zhenzhen?

She had expected that Fu Sheng's mistress would come knocking on her door, but she never expected that the other party would come directly to the company.

"Looks like you still remember me, hahaha." The woman, wearing a polka-dot shirt, smiled slightly. "Have you answered the question I asked you last time?"

"If your husband cheated on you, would you get a divorce?"

The woman seemed a little impatient.

Yes, she deliberately leaked the news about building the building.

Knowing that her hard work had been completely taken away, she was naturally anxious.

"That depends on the situation; each case needs to be analyzed individually."

Yoshiko Takeuchi finished organizing the documents and repeated her words in a nonchalant manner.

Acting impulsively means losing control of the situation.

"What if your husband not only cheated on you but also had a child?" Lin Zhenzhen asked sharply.

Without waiting for Takeuchi Yoshiko's reply, she touched her lower abdomen and said with a smile, "Miko-sensei, Fu Sheng and I are pregnant with our child."

When the truth came out, Lin Zhenzhen couldn't bear it any longer.

Because there couldn't be a worse outcome than what we've already seen.

Fu Sheng's relationship with himself is at an impasse, and he can't even get back the money he originally invested.

When a stalemate occurs, someone has to break the deadlock.

Lin Zhenzhen had this idea in mind: to provoke Takeuchi Yoshiko.

The conversation continued, and Lin Zhenzhen suddenly said, "It's because your health is poor and you can't have children, so you can't blame the man for cheating, right?"

The woman stroked her lower abdomen, her smile bright and provocative, as if interfering in someone else's family was a remarkable thing.

Yoshiko Takeuchi's assistant closed the door, stood at the entrance with her head down, and pretended not to hear.

The atmosphere was solemn and eerie.

Yoshiko Takeuchi, wearing high heels, walked down the steps and down the circular platform.

Lin Zhenzhen was delighted, but then she saw the woman walk right past her and go to the full-length mirror behind her.

Yoshiko Takeuchi glanced at her reflection in the mirror, touched up her lipstick, pursed her lips to blend it out and give herself a healthy glow, and said casually, "Is that so? Why don't you tell him?"

"I have to trouble you, a pregnant woman, to come and see me in person."

"Let him come to me himself when we talk about divorce."

Yoshiko Takeuchi's attitude seemed nonchalant, but every word she said touched on Lin Zhenzhen's sore spots.

"If you can't have children, you'll definitely get a divorce." After a moment, Lin Zhenzhen forced a smile.

I can't have children?

The more Yoshiko Takeuchi thought about it, the funnier it became, and she laughed out loud without any attempt to hide it.

"Are you sure?" Yoshiko Takeuchi smiled, her eyes crinkling.

“Ms. Meizi, the way you laugh like that will cause wrinkles.” Lin Zhenzhen was not to be outdone, and after a pause, she added, “Although you already have quite a few, you still need to take good care of yourself.”

A woman's appearance is her Achilles' heel, and Lin Zhenzhen was very confident. Compared to the thirty-two-year-old Takeuchi Yoshiko, she, in her early twenties, had plenty of advantages.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, Yoshiko Takeuchi never expected that Zhenzhen Lin would be so disgusting.

"What you have that I don't have, I will have in the future," the woman shouted at Takeuchi Yoshiko's retreating figure. "But what I have! You will never have!"

Yoshiko Takeuchi is in poor health and unable to have children, so what value does she have as a woman?

Suddenly it became quiet, and Yoshiko Takeuchi turned around.

Just as I was about to say something, I saw Lin Zhenzhen had already climbed to the top of the tiered platform.

"Guess what I'm planning?" The woman glanced at Yoshiko Takeuchi with a sinister smile. "If you're so capable, then continue to maintain your composure, noble Miss Takeuchi—"

The next second, a scream pierced the air.