Meng Sheng woke up at around eight o'clock the next morning.
Although she had slept for a long time, she still felt very tired and exhausted when she woke up. Those endless and complicated dreams drained all her energy.
The rain outside the window has not stopped yet, it is drizzling.
Aunt Zhang brought breakfast. After eating, she packed up the photos, videos and recordings and sent them to Pei Sui.
After thinking it over, he typed another question: Pei Lu, he booked a room in a hotel for a long time and lived and dated with his mistress. Can this be considered cohabitation?
Pei Sui on the other end didn't reply until more than ten minutes later: Do you stay here for a long time each time?
Meng Sheng pursed his lips: I’m not sure, but I only stayed for two days this time.
Pei Sui: In the legal definition, cohabitation usually refers to a married person living with a third party for a long time and stably without being married. If he rents a room for a long time just to stay with the third party for a few days every month, it does not constitute cohabitation.
Meng Sheng's heart instantly went through a pool of cold water.
Is this also Shang Boyu’s consideration?
She was stunned for a moment, bit her lip and typed: What if I can get the record of her long-term booking of a hotel room and her stable monthly residence with her mistress?
Pei Sui: It will definitely be beneficial for you if you can get it. But the definition of cohabitation is relatively strict. Once there is sufficient evidence of cohabitation, he can be prosecuted for bigamy. But based on what you said so far, it can only prove his cheating.
Meng Sheng: Okay, I understand, thank you.
Since Shang Boyu was able to book a room in that hotel for a long time, he must have a good relationship with the hotel. If she took her marriage certificate to the staff to ask for an invoice or records, it would definitely alert the hotel.
I can only look for hotel orders or something like that on Shang Boyu’s phone.
She logged into several online banks that Shang Boyu was familiar with and checked the transaction records since they had been together last year, and there were no problems.
Originally, he thought there would be no gain. After all, these bank card accounts were public. Given his cautiousness, he would not be so blatant.
But unexpectedly, I saw a transfer on the Chinese Valentine's Day this year. I clicked on it and saw that the recipient was *Weiwei.
Meng Sheng stared at the transaction numbers, and his hand that was sliding on the touch screen began to tremble violently without him noticing.
I waited until my hands were shaking less severely before I took out my phone to take a picture and exited online banking.
Shang Boyu came back at half past eleven.
In addition to the suitcase, he also had a small strawberry cake from Yexiang.
Yexiang is an internet-famous cake shop in Yanlin City, and it is also unique to Yanlin City.
Meng Sheng has eaten her cakes twice and they tasted pretty good.
She was quite surprised. She didn't expect Shang Boyu to bring back the cake from Yexiang's house.
If she hadn't seen him walking into Jinzhou Hotel with Ning Weiwei in his arms last night, she would have believed that he was really on a business trip to Yanlin City.
So... where did this cake come from?
Shang Boyu had already walked in front of her. He raised his hand and waved it in front of her, smiling, "What are you daydreaming about? Don't you recognize your husband?"
Meng Sheng came back to his senses, pursed his lips, forced a smile, and took the small cake, "No way, I'm just surprised that you actually brought me the cake from Yexiang's family."
"Are you happy?"
"I'm happy." Meng Sheng pretended to be bright in her eyes, "Thank you, husband. You've worked hard."
Shang Boyu looked at her expression carefully and asked, "Have you eaten and slept well these past two days?"
"Yes, I slept well last night."
As Meng Sheng replied, he opened the cake and took a few bites.
How did this cake come about?
Meng Sheng was puzzled, and as Shang Boyu leaned forward, he noticed a mark under his collar.
Like strawberries.
It should have been covered with foundation, so it wasn't very obvious, but it was revealed after being rubbed off by the collar.
Come to think of it, last night was a night of great pleasure and passion.
Meng Sheng's heart suddenly tightened, and it felt a little painful because of the pressure from gravity.
The smile on his face faded a little.
Her eyelashes drooped, hiding the mist that was lingering.
At noon, they had lunch together. Shang Boyu peeled shrimps for her considerately. In the middle of the meal, he received a call from the president of Peking University, who invited him and his wife to return to the school to participate in the school anniversary activities.
Shang Boyu did not agree immediately, but looked at Meng Sheng questioningly.
Meng Sheng thought about it and nodded to show his agreement.
Although she doesn't know why she and Shang Boyu have come to this point, her school days were not only about love, but also about many beautiful memories.
She won't just kill it.
After Shang Boyu agreed, he exchanged a few words with the principal before hanging up the phone.
He subconsciously tugged at his collar, put on his gloves again, peeled shrimp for her, and asked, "Wife, do you want to go buy some clothes? I see you haven't bought any clothes since autumn."
"OK."
Meng Sheng paused, retracted his gaze, and spoke in a calm voice with a melodious ending.
"I have a meeting this afternoon. I'll go with you after the meeting..."
She shook her head and refused. "No, I'll choose it on my phone and ask them to send it over. It's raining and I don't want to go out."
Shang Boyu couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, "Do you still hate rainy days so much?"
Meng Sheng didn't eat the shrimp he peeled, but picked up a piece of green vegetables with chopsticks, "Hmm, disgusting."
Always hated it.
“Then buy it on your phone.”
Shang Boyu saw that she didn't touch the shrimp and asked, "The shrimp tastes bad today?"
She usually likes to eat shrimps.
"No, I just want to eat something light. Don't waste it. Eat it." She smiled slowly and pushed the shrimp he had peeled in front of him.
Shang Boyu knew that she had not had a good appetite recently, so he said, "I will come back to cook for you in the evening."
"good."
The two of them finished their harmonious and warm lunch, and Shang Boyu sat for half an hour before driving to the company.
Meng Sheng stood at the door for a long time with a cold face. It was Aunt Zhang who came over to remind her, "Madam, please don't stand at the door and get blown by the wind. Otherwise, you will have a headache."
"Um."
She responded indifferently, moved her eyes away from the pear tree, turned and went into the house, curled up on the sofa, and chose clothing styles with people from several brand stores.
From clothes, skirts, hats, shoes, bags, necklaces, and earrings, there are three complete sets of matching.
The card he used to transfer money to Ning Weiwei on Valentine's Day was used.
It cost more than four million.
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