If she hadn't called Lu Chengyi over in time, he would probably be having sex with that woman right now!

"Then you'll stay with me tonight."

Lu Chengyi, displeased, said softly, "Didn't you have a stomachache?"

What's the point of him staying?

"Hmph, you have no sense of romance at all. I've prepared a surprise for you." Ding Weiwei smiled coquettishly, taking the initiative to lift her clothes, revealing her naked underwear, and hooked her arms around Lu Chengyi's neck. "Between me and your wife, who is prettier?"

"Of course it's you, you little vixen!"

That night, Lu Chengyi didn't come back, and Tang Li went to the art studio on the fifth floor, but she didn't come back either.

She felt the room where Lu Chengyi had slept was dirty and didn't want to stay there for even a moment longer; she had carefully chosen that bed back then.

Looking back now, it was truly disgusting!

The art studio on the fifth floor had been renovated for some reason, and it was designed in her favorite French style, with an added soft, large bed.

Lying on it, you can see a stunning expanse of red roses.

Tang Li was thinking to herself that in a few days, the Lu family would hold a grand welcome party, where Lu family relatives, friends, and business partners would come to welcome Lu Chengyi home.

At that time, she wanted to ruin Lu Chengyi's reputation and then naturally ask him for a divorce.

The phone on the bedside table lit up with a "beep," indicating a new message had arrived.

Tang Li initially thought it was an advertisement, but after casually swiping to take a look, she blushed.

Lu Jianshen sent over a photo; it was Tang Li's underwear, placed in his bedding.

"Did you bring this up?"

Tang Li sat up abruptly, her eyes wide open, startled awake.

"No, Uncle, I really don't know!"

These are indeed her underwear, but...

Wait a minute, how did Lu Jianshen know that these were her underwear and not someone else's?

Tang Li replied timidly, "Uncle, how do you know these are all mine?"