Perhaps it's just that time has passed and I've already let it go.

Or perhaps, her life is much better now than before, and leaving Lu Chengyi is not a loss for Tang Li.

Ding Weiwei, by a twist of fate, took away her misfortune.

Lu Jianshen waited for Tang Li in the corridor. After she came out, Lu Jianshen raised his hand and put his arm around her shoulder.

"What, you can still chat with your former love rival?"

Tang Li smiled and replied casually, "Five years have passed, I've long since let it go. Besides, they still call me 'Auntie' now, do you know what that feels like?"

There was a sense of vengeful pleasure, not a revenge she deliberately orchestrated, but more like the karmic retribution of heaven.

Tang Li chuckled lightly. As long as the other party didn't cause trouble, she wouldn't deliberately make things difficult for them.

But Ding Weiwei was never satisfied; her greed was an insatiable chasm.

Especially this time, she saw Lu Jianshen's high status in the Lu family, which made her even more expectant.

If she could replace Tang Li again and steal Tang Li's husband...

Anyway, this isn't the first time.

As night fell, the Lu family's old residence was quiet.

Lu Chengyi was keeping vigil for the old lady. Lu Jianshen came and stayed for two hours, but still had work to do, so he went to the study on the sixth floor.

Tang Li had some urgent business to attend to and had to leave.

Seeing that the time was right, Ding Weiwei took a bowl of stewed pears and went up to the sixth floor.

Lu Jianshen was busy with work and didn't even look up. He assumed it was Tang Li who had come over.

"Why are you back so early today? You were thinking of me!"

Upon hearing this teasing remark, Ding Weiwei reluctantly clenched the tray in her hands.

Even though they were husband and wife, Lu Chengyi had never treated her so gently before.

"Uncle, it's me. The weather has been dry lately, and before Aunt left, she specifically asked the kitchen to make you some pear soup to soothe your throat."

Lu Jianshen raised an eyebrow, and when he saw it was Ding Weiwei, his face quickly showed disgust.

"I told you, no unauthorized personnel are allowed on the sixth floor! The pear soup can be delivered by the maid!"

Lu Jianshen's voice was icy cold, so frightening that Ding Weiwei didn't dare to breathe.

She still forced herself to say, "Uncle, the servants at home are all busy and don't have time, so I have to deliver it myself."