The moment Bo Siyu saw the photo, her phone almost slipped out of her hand.
Shen Qingyao's news followed closely.
"I was hoping you two would remarry, but Su Jianming keeps hounding me every day, and it's really annoying."
Bo Siyu stared at the screen intently, her nails scratching on the phone case, making a harsh sound.
I've known for a long time that Su Jianming was cheating, but I never thought that he would get together with my best friend.
Bo Siyu clenched her cell phone tightly, with only one thought in her mind, to slap Shen Qingyao and that damn scumbag hard.
The night is like water, and the night light on the bedside reflects the peaceful sleeping face.
The little girl rubbed her eyes and sat up: "Mom, why don't you sleep?"
Bo Siyu gently held her daughter in her arms, resting her chin on the top of her soft head.
"Did Mom disturb Mianmian's sleep?"
Mianmian shook her head. "I feel very happy to have my mother accompany me to sleep."
Bo Siyu's heart warmed when she heard this. "Mom won't leave from now on. I'll stay with you in Jiangcheng, okay?"
The little one in my arms suddenly quieted down and asked in a baby voice:
"Mom, what happened?"
Bo Siyu was about to speak, but Mianmian said first: "If it will embarrass Mom, Mianmian can do it alone..."
"Why would Mom be embarrassed? Mom loves Mianmian the most." Bo Siyu felt a lump in her throat.
Mianmian finally revealed her dimples and nuzzled into her arms: "That's great, Mianmian loves mommy the most too!"
After turning off the lights, Mianmian nestled in Bo Siyu's arms and soon fell into a deep sleep.
Bo Siyu tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, and turned on her phone again.
On the screen, Su Jianming's sleeping face was still handsome, but this face that once made her heart beat so fast that she was willing to marry him now made her stomach churn and feel nauseous.
Three months after marriage, she found a strange lipstick mark on the collar of his shirt, and the ambiguous words in the chat history were like a poisonous snake biting her heart.
She was already pregnant at that time, and the little life became her shackles. She swallowed all the grievances until her daughter was born. Only then did she finally take the solid evidence of infidelity and resolutely cut off this broken marriage.
Her fingertips suddenly swiped across the screen, and Bo Siyu sneered.
In the photo sent by Shen Qingyao, the bed sheet was wrinkled and messy, and Shen Qingyao's underwear was scattered next to the familiar sleeping face.
Of course, she understood the thoughts of this so-called best friend - the Bo family refused the marriage proposal, so Shen Qingyao blamed her for it. Now she used such despicable means, just to stab her in the heart.
Thinking of this, Bo Siyu skillfully switched to her WeChat secondary account and sent the photos along with the hotel address to Su Jianming's current girlfriend, Miss Song.
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A five-star hotel in Jiangcheng.
Miss Song, wearing a room attendant uniform, knocked on the door of Room 2809.
"Hello, room service!"
There were dragging and lazy footsteps coming from inside the door.
Su Jianming opened the door sleepily, but before he could see who was coming, the woman had already pushed past his obstruction and rushed into the suite.
She mercilessly threw away the slightly messy silk quilt, and Shen Qingyao's snow-white back was instantly exposed to the air.
She screamed in terror and curled up like a frightened rabbit, her fingers frantically grabbing the sheets, trying to cover her body.
However, the woman's anger was already out of control. When she pounced on him, she knocked over the bedside table. The crisp sound of the champagne glass breaking was particularly harsh in the silent room.
The woman grabbed Shen Qingyao's hair and pressed her knees hard against her slender waist, her eyes full of hatred.
"Bitch!"
As she cursed, her high heels mercilessly crushed Shen Qingyao's exposed ankles, causing her to scream in pain.
Then she grabbed the collar of the other person's silk nightgown and tore it hard, tearing off a large piece of fabric.
When the last piece of cover was torn off, Shen Qingyao started fighting madly with the woman who bullied her.
After a while, both of them had bloodstains on their faces and bruised noses and faces.
At this moment, Su Jianming was already panicked.
He grabbed his shirt, threw on a pair of slippers, and fled in panic, quickly disappearing into the fire escape.
In the room, the woman's anger had not subsided yet. She grabbed Shen Qingyao's hair and slammed her against the head of the bed again and again. The latter's almost naked body twisted and struggled on the carpet, looking miserable.
The sound of sirens approached from afar, and red and blue lights streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows...
At six o'clock in the morning, Bo Siyu's cell phone vibrated under her pillow.
It was a thank you message from Miss Song, which was very sincere, and she wanted to invite her to meet and thank her in person.
She tapped the screen lightly with her fingertips and replied with the word "OK", a sneer on her lips.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, in the warm light of the cafe, Su Jianming's girlfriend hurried over wearing a black mask.
As soon as we met, he praised me: "I didn't expect you to be even more stunning in person than in the photo!"
She took off her sunglasses and her eyes wandered over Bo Siyu's delicate makeup. "Sister, if it weren't for you, I would still be in the dark. I really don't know how to thank you!"
"It's just a piece of cake." Bo Siyu said with a smile.
The two of them had a pleasant conversation. Bo Siyu stirred the coffee gracefully while listening to the other party talk about his battle with the "mistress". She nodded and smiled from time to time, like an outsider.
An hour later, when Miss Song disappeared around the corner, Su Jianming suddenly appeared from the shadows.
"Bo Siyu!" He suddenly blocked her way, his eyes bloodshot, "Did Shen Qingyao send you something?"
Bo Siyu raised an eyebrow and shook him off. "You're the one who can't control your lower body, you can't blame anyone else."
She stood up and was about to leave, her high heels making a crisp sound on the ground.
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