At the height of the controversy, Fu Jingsheng actually dared to come to her. Wasn't he afraid of paparazzi staking out his garage?
Rong Yan replied, "You're offering yourself up for me to photograph? Can't you just book a room and wait for me?"
Fu Jingsheng changed his car, wore sunglasses, and even got a different outfit than usual, thinking he was well-prepared.
He took a selfie and sent it to Rong Yan: "Who knows it's me? Let's go to the hotel together."
Pfft—Rong Yan laughed out loud, it really was different.
The woman changed her clothes, put on a hat, and sneaked into the garage, where she immediately spotted the new car.
She pulled her hat brim down.
Fu Jingsheng didn't say a word, and sped away with his foot on the gas.
Behind a pillar not far away, a paparazzo lying in wait quickly pressed the shutter button, muttering to himself, "Goodness, she thought she wouldn't be recognized after changing her clothes. She just went to the Civil Affairs Bureau and couldn't wait to meet her lover. It's a pity I didn't get a picture of the man's face in the car, otherwise my performance this month would be guaranteed."
Look how clever he is; he knows there's bound to be news if he's loitering around the clinic.
The reporter packed up his camera and left, satisfied.
After Fu Jingsheng's car entered the national highway, the man took off his sunglasses. The hotel was located in a remote suburb.
Rong Yan was distracted and didn't even know if there were any reporters in the garage just now.
"Don't worry, that hotel is very safe." The man held his wife's hand.
Rong Yan forced a smile, saying, "This is the last time."
Fu Jingsheng grinned and said, "Wife, I'll sleep with you every day. Next time I won't pick you up, you can come here yourself."
Rong Yan patted the man's shoulder: "Can't you just hold back? Who said yesterday that we should store up food for the next month? And what happened?"
"I couldn't control myself; I couldn't sleep if I didn't pay the grain tax," Fu Jingsheng said.
Rong Yan wasn't in a good mood, after all, she was still trending and being attacked by netizens.
She sighed: "If there had been reporters in the garage just now, the next big story would probably be about Rong Yan's eagerness to meet her lover."
“Although maintaining emotional stability is a psychologist’s most basic quality, being slandered still makes me unhappy, and I can’t explain it. I can’t just jump out and say, ‘You’re the lover.’” Rong Yan’s brows furrowed.
“Divorce was your choice. I told you it wouldn’t work. Rongyan, we can clarify right away that it was just a momentary impulse and we won’t get divorced. As it turns out, even if a fake divorce overshadows the news of the patient’s family coming to make trouble, it can’t stop the stock from falling.”
Rong Yan's mind was a mess: "Let me think. If it really doesn't work, let's just close down. I'm tired."
Rong Yan increasingly didn't want to be an entrepreneur anymore; she just wanted to return to her family and relax. Even if the clinic was transferred, the money she had saved and the properties she had purchased would be enough for her whole family to live comfortably for several generations.
Why work so hard at thirty? Wouldn't it be better to write novels?
When the topic of closing down came up, Rong Yan's eyes lit up. She straightened up and said, "Fu Jingsheng, I'm serious. Let's transfer the clinic. I really don't want to do this anymore."
Forget about employees' future prospects. Just change the manager, sign an agreement, and that's it. Rong Yan only wants to protect herself.
“I’ve thought about this issue too, but I’m a man, and men have to support their families. Rongyan, if you really don’t want to run Songshan anymore, I support you in transferring it. Even if Fu’s were to announce its dissolution now, we would still be better off than most people. Just think it through and don’t make a decision impulsively.”
Rong Yan leaned against the car window: "Okay, let's sleep for one night and then talk about it."
The reporter, who was staking out the clinic's parking garage, found a nearby coffee shop, added a short caption to the photos he had taken, and posted them online.
Rong Yan's infidelity has been confirmed.
The woman's phone was ringing off the hook.
As soon as she checked into the hotel, Rong Yan hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath when she heard the phone ringing incessantly.
There are acquaintances and unfamiliar numbers.
One of them was Shen Xingzhi, and Rong Yan called her back.
"Was the clinic bombed? Why are they all calling me?"
After seeing the news, Shen Xingzhi knew that Rong Yan's so-called lover must be Fu Jingsheng, and guessed that the two of them had gone on a date.
She called her best friend to warn her: "Rongyan, you've been caught cheating on me with the man in the Maybach. I've sent you a screenshot. Take a look."
Rong Yan knew the garage wasn't safe, and her worries were indeed well-founded. She opened the message chat box, and in the photo, she was hunched over, head down, acting furtively like a thief.
Doesn't it look like an affair at first glance?
Fu Jingsheng in the car only had his profile shown; not to mention others, even Rong Yan couldn't recognize him as her husband from the photo.
Even the gossip headlines were pretty much what she'd guessed: filed for divorce in the morning, couldn't wait to meet her lover that evening, Rong Yan had been starved for a long time.
The last sentence was unbearable for Rong Yan. What did he mean by "long-awaited"? Did he think she was a female pervert in public?
Netizens, many of whom are like Sherlock Holmes, have listed evidence to prove that Rong Yan is greedy and lustful.
Fu Jingsheng glanced at the comments and was still able to laugh.
Rong Yan locked his neck: "What? You're happy that your wife is portrayed as a female pervert? You're the one who's fierce, I've been ruined by you, but the news says I'm too horny. You're not impotent. You went to see a urologist to satisfy my sex addiction and wanted to assign me a black friend."
Fu Jingsheng laughed because Rong Yan had been smeared like this, so no one would dare to like her anymore, and he would have no rivals in love.
The man pulled the woman onto his lap, lifting her chin: "Either record a video to clarify things for you, that I'm the one who's the 'crown prince' and the 'lover', or I took a selfie and posted it?"
Rong Yan held the man's phone: "We can't send it now. Go ahead and curse. If cursing me can make Fu's Group better, that's fine too. It's better than both companies going bankrupt."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and straddled Fu Jingsheng, saying, "Now that you've said all that, wouldn't I be letting down the netizens if I didn't show my best side?"
Rong Yan grinned and imitated a wolf, looking incredibly funny. Fu Jingsheng almost laughed until tears streamed down his face. Who would have thought that Song Shan, who appeared reserved and aloof on the surface, was so childish in private?
Fu Jingsheng used voice control to close the curtains: "This really turns into an affair. From now on, we won't have to worry about being seen anywhere. Now that we live in a detached villa, we'll have to be careful if we want to cause trouble."
"I can't go home yet." The man sighed deeply.
Rong Yan ran her fingers through the man's hair: "Don't you men all think it's exciting? Let you experience it, isn't that great?"
Fu Jingsheng lifted the woman's long hair and bit down on the back of her neck: "That's true. Stolen time is especially precious. Rong Yan, can we not go back tonight?"
"No, there are definitely paparazzi at Yushui Bay too, let's hurry." She unbuckled his belt.
Clothes were scattered on the ground, and two people were piled together on the round waterbed.
Fu Jingsheng had hidden the toy under the pillow at some point. While Rong Yan closed her eyes, he turned it on, and the toy began to buzz and bounce in his hand.
The man's hand covered her lower abdomen and slid down little by little.
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