Meng Sheng's heart sank.
Sure enough, those extra business trips he took were to accompany Ning Weiwei in her married life.
When those suspicions were confirmed, it hurt much more than she had imagined.
The phone turned off and she looked out the window. The neon lights and tall buildings flashed past her eyes one by one. The brightness and brightness had disappeared without a trace, but a faint ripple of water light was created.
The next morning she went to the bank and sorted out the property under her name, as well as the money and funds that she and her husband had jointly deposited there.
When I returned to the art museum in the afternoon, I received a call from Shang Boyu at around 2 o'clock, "Shengsheng, I have to go to Yanlin City this afternoon."
Yanlin City is about five hours' drive from Beijing.
The Jiayang Construction Group he runs has a subsidiary in Yanlin City, and also has two steel and textile company partners there.
He had gone there on business trips in the past, but over the past year or so, he had indeed gone there more frequently than before.
It is also reasonable to use Yanlin City as an excuse.
That's how he deceived her step by step.
If it wasn't for the text message and if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really wouldn't have doubted it at all.
Among those times when he said he went on business trips to Yanlin, how many of them were true and how many of them were to Ning Weiwei's place?
"On a business trip."
There was a sarcasm curve at the corner of Meng Sheng's mouth, and he lengthened the ending tone.
"Well, there's something wrong with the project materials at the Xiandi Square. I need to go over and take a look. It won't take too long. If it's fast, I'll be back tomorrow night. If it's late, I'll be back the day after tomorrow morning."
He even found such a perfect excuse, what could Meng Sheng say?
"Okay, then what time are you leaving?"
"I'm on my way home now. I'll pack two pieces of clothes and go straight over." Shang Boyu's voice was gentle and smiling. "Is there anything you want or anything you want to eat? I'll come back and bring it to you."
Meng Sheng pursed her lips, unable to tell the truth from what he said.
He just said, "I don't need anything. Yanlin City is too far away. If I bring the food back, it won't taste good."
"Then I'll take you there to play next time."
"Well, have a nice trip."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Sheng's hands fell weakly on her legs, and she stared at the computer screen with empty eyes. For a long while, it was only when Qiao Na knocked on the door that she looked away.
After signing several documents, Qiao Na asked worriedly, "Sister Meng, are you okay?"
"What's wrong?"
"I noticed that you looked very bad these past few days..."
Meng Sheng can be considered a career-minded person. Especially after her mother passed away, she has been very dedicated to Yisheng Art Museum, being the first one to arrive and the last to leave every day.
She had spent less time in the museum recently than she had in the previous day.
Meng Sheng smiled and said, "I didn't get enough rest... I was too tired."
Yes.
Just after hanging up the phone with Shang Boyu, she felt tired for the first time in this marriage.
Not only was my body exhausted, my heart was even more exhausted.
In just a few days, it seemed as if it had suffered several years or even more than ten years of destruction, and had already turned into a pool of blood that was blurred to the naked eye.
Qiao Na didn't hear the hidden meaning in her words, so she could only say distressedly, "Sister Meng, then you should go back and have a good rest. The exhibition on the 6th is only half a month away. You have to take care of yourself. I can't leave you that day."
Meng Sheng pondered for a while, "Please take care of the recent affairs of the art museum. If I'm not here, please call me if there is anything."
"Okay." Qiao Na nodded. "The acrylic panels ordered for the four exhibition areas will be delivered the day after tomorrow morning. You, Sister Meng, will be needed to inspect them then."
Meng Sheng nodded to show that he understood.
Not long after, he left the art gallery and went directly to the sales office of the developer of Yuelan Mansion, from which he obtained the contract registration information of 11 villas.
On the last page, I saw Shang Boyu Xingrushiu’s signature and Ning Weiwei’s name as the owner of the house.
Her handwriting is beautiful and her writing style is gentle.
These two names would never be put together, either in the past or in the future, but now they appear on the same piece of paper.
Meng Sheng was in a daze for a moment, but laughed for no apparent reason.
After a while, she slowly took out her cell phone from her bag and took a picture of the filing information.
Later we need to find the transaction record of the house that Shang Boyu bought for Ning Weiwei.
It is actually not easy to check his personal records at the bank, and it is easy to alert the suspects, so it is best to use mobile banking.
Around ten o'clock in the evening, Meng Sheng had just laid down when Shang Boyu called her and specifically said good night to her.
This is a habit and agreement they have developed since they started dating.
As long as we are apart, we will send messages and make phone calls sooner or later.
He has done a good job over the years and has never stopped.
Whenever Meng Sheng thought about him saying good night and "I love you" to her while Ning Weiwei was still lying in his arms, she felt only disgusted and nauseous.
Even hearing his voice feels like a pollution to my ears.
She didn't want to answer the phone, so she closed her eyes and ignored the call.
After more than ten seconds, the ringing stopped. As soon as the phone went off, a message from Shang Boyu appeared on WeChat. Meng Sheng saw the message the next morning: Wife, are you asleep? I called you but you didn't answer. I was afraid of waking you up, so I didn't call you. Good night, I love you.
She typed back: I was a little tired yesterday, so I took two sips of melatonin and went to bed early. My phone is on silent mode. Good morning.
Meng Sheng still didn't have a good appetite, so she had a bowl of bird's nest for breakfast. Just as she was about to pick up her bag and go out, her phone rang with a text message: [At 7pm, Shang Boyu will take Ning Weiwei to have dinner at the Ramadan Chinese Restaurant. ]
She paused for a moment, her knuckles turning slightly white as she gripped the phone.
At 6:30 in the evening, she left the art gallery and went straight to the Ramadan Chinese Restaurant.
The timing was just right.
Before she had time to get out of the car, she saw Shang Boyu and Ning Weiwei getting out of a white BMW.
Ning Weiwei waited for Shang Boyu to come over, then hugged his arm tightly and walked into the restaurant with a sweet smile.
Meng Sheng's breathing stagnated for a moment, and he subconsciously took out his cell phone from his bag and took several pictures of their silhouettes.
After the man disappeared from her sight, she suppressed the sadness that was surging from her chest, took a deep breath, pushed open the car door and got out.
As soon as I walked into the store, a waiter came up to me and said, "Hello, miss, how many people are there? Do you have a reservation?"
"One person, no appointment."
Meng Sheng looked at their backs as they walked forward.
Without waiting for the waiter to speak, he casually said, "Bring me some of your signature dishes."
After saying that, he quickly followed.
The entire restaurant is divided into two floors. Shang Boyu and Ning Weiwei entered the elevator, while Meng Sheng took the stairs on the right.
The elevator was just diagonally opposite the stairs on the second floor. Meng Sheng slowed down a few steps, trying to avoid them. He heard the "ding" sound of the elevator door opening and saw them come out and walk forward led by the waiter.
She didn't follow him for a few steps, but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure, and that person also saw her, "Meng Sheng?"
Perhaps the name was too sensitive, Shang Boyu in front was stunned for a moment, his body stiffened and he slowly turned around.
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