The third lucky bag was sent out, and the winner was [Qin Yang].
Tang Yu applied for a live broadcast.
After the video was connected, the man in the picture was about thirty-four or thirty-five years old, leaning back in the seat of a business car.
He looked tired, had an unshaven beard, and bloodshot eyes. He looked in very bad condition.
"My wife ran off with the money and another man."
Qin Yang spoke with difficulty, his voice trembling and hoarse, "Anchor, tell me, why is it that I'm not good enough to her?"
"Our families came from very different backgrounds. At the time, she was an ordinary library administrator. To marry her, I went against my family and my mother... After we got married, I doted on her, obeyed her in every way, and never treated her poorly in terms of material things."
"The company's performance has been poor over the past two years due to the mask issue, and I've been struggling to keep it afloat. Unexpectedly, she had been planning to transfer her assets long ago. Three days ago, she took all the valuable cash and antiques from the house and ran off with another man."
One blow after another.
Qin Yang couldn't help but hold his head with both hands, and let out a hoarse cry from his throat.
[This is too miserable, this is the modern-day Pan Jinlian! ]
[Don't insult Pan Jinlian! His wife is not even as good as Pan Jinlian! Pan was forced to marry Wu Dalang, not by choice, and Wu was short, poor and ugly. It's no wonder Pan Jinlian cheated on him with the tall, rich and handsome Ximen Qing. But Qin Yang looks like a refined and mature uncle, and he treats his wife well.]
[Pan Jinlian: Please don't cue me when you mention a slut, thank you so much. In real history, Pan Jinlian was a virtuous wife, but she was only slandered by jealous people.]
I frowned, feeling that things were not that simple.
Tang Yu saw that his pain did not seem fake, and said thoughtfully: "I need to see her appearance before I can give you an answer."
Qin Yang really wanted to know.
Why did my wife betray me?
He opened the 5GB photo album, most of which were photos of the two of them and his wife's beautiful picture.
Those beautiful memories from falling in love to getting married.
All of this is vividly reflected in this album.
He has always been that photographer.
His wife always laughs at his poor photography skills, which would rank in the top three when it comes to "complaining about photos taken by boyfriends for themselves."
To this end, he also took time to learn photography.
Because he wants to record every beautiful moment in life.
Wait until you are old.
Snuggling with her, looking at the photo album and recalling the sweet past.
Qin Yang quickly selected a photo from the album.
Although he was deeply saddened by his wife's betrayal, he did not want to expose her face in the live broadcast room and be criticized by thousands of people.
"Master, I'll send it to you privately."
Tang Yu opened the backstage, took a look at the photo, frowned, and counted on her fingers. The result made her face immediately serious.
"Who told you that your wife ran away with someone else with the money?"
It's rare to see her tone so serious.
Netizens feel that things are not that simple.
There is a big melon!
He immediately perked up his spirits and adjusted himself to the most comfortable position.
Some netizens even stopped peeing and put their butts back on the bed.
Qin Yang's expression changed slightly: "Master, what's wrong?"
Tang Yu's tone was sharp, and he asked the same question, "Who told your wife to run away with the money and the other man?"
Qin Yang's body stiffened, as if he realized something, his lips trembled, "Yes, yes..."
Tang Yu replied coldly: "It's your mother. She lied to you."
"Why?!"
"Of course it's because three days ago, your mother conspired with others to sell your wife, Li Xuezhi, to human traffickers!"
"My mother... no way. No matter how much she dislikes Xuezhi, she would never sell her own daughter-in-law..."
Qin Yang's face suddenly turned pale and he shook his head desperately.
I don’t know if he wants to persuade Tang Yu.
Still trying to convince myself.
Tang Yu said expressionlessly, "That day, your wife stayed at home and didn't go anywhere until she received a call from your mother in the afternoon."
"Your mother told your wife that she is currently at the home of a famous fortune teller. She needs to pray for you and perform some rituals to help your company overcome its difficulties. She also needs to be present..."
Li Xuezhi doesn't believe in these superstitious things.
But I have to go again.
"My husband's company is in such a mess, and you, as his wife, don't care at all. It's because I married a jinx like you that Yayang's company is in such a mess. Besides eating, drinking, defecating, and spending my son's money, what else do you do? You bitch!"
On the other end of the phone, I heard my mother-in-law's sarcastic curses.
Li Xuezhi bit her lower lip and said, "Mom, I understand. I'll be there right away."
I don't care about my mother-in-law being angry.
After saying that, he hung up the phone immediately.
Li Xuezhi couldn't help but sigh.
Her mother-in-law has always disliked her, and even in front of her son, she is rude to her as a daughter-in-law.
When Qin Yang was around, the mother-in-law would be more restrained, and whenever this happened, her husband would stand by her and protect her.
However, Qin Yang is on a business trip at this time and will not be back for a few days.
Apart from the nanny, there are only her and her mother-in-law left at home.
Life is really hard.
Whatever.
My mother-in-law is right about one thing.
As an old lady, she prayed to God for her son's future.
As a wife, she remained indifferent, which was unacceptable.
Li Xuezhi said this to herself.
I quickly changed my clothes and went out.
She took a taxi.
About an hour and a half passed.
According to the address given by my mother-in-law, the car finally stopped in a remote urban village.
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