Meng Sheng held the phone against the wall and listened to him say all kinds of sweet words to Ning Weiwei on the phone. Every minute and every second was torment for her.
She found that she didn't have the courage to listen any further.
Instead, he made the cowardly choice to turn off the recording and left.
Shang Boyu didn't waste too much time and returned to the restaurant. Seeing her lowering her head and wiping her eyes, he hurried over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I just accidentally splashed oil into my eyes and I can't open them."
Shang Boyu frowned, pulled the chair next to her and sat down, hurriedly pinched her jaw, and anxiously grabbed her rubbing hands, "Let me see, stop rubbing!"
Even with your eyes closed, you can still see the extent of the redness and swelling.
"Are you stupid? What if you rub your eyes?" Shang Boyu's tone was mixed with a bit of distressed rebuke. He gently wiped away the tears on her cheeks with his fingertips, "Let's go and wash."
Meng Sheng's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.
Her eyes were closed. Although she couldn't see his expression, she could somehow feel his genuine heartache and worry at the moment.
After taking a few steps, her body suddenly flew into the air.
Shang Boyu carried her to the bathroom, soaked a towel in warm water and gently wiped her eyes, each time with care, as if he was treating some precious treasure.
He treated her like this all the time.
Whether it's blow-drying hair, massaging, washing hands or feet, or even removing and putting on makeup, he is always patient, and even if he doesn't know how, he is willing to learn for her.
But how could he be coaxing another woman one second and care about her so sincerely the next?
Shang Boyu touched her eyebrows and asked, "Can you open them?"
Meng Sheng fluttered her eyelashes, slowly opened her eyes, and looked into his deep eyes.
"Better?"
"Um."
Shang Boyu sighed helplessly and whispered, "Your eyes are swollen. I'll ask Aunt Zhang to boil two eggs for you. Be careful next time."
Meng Sheng stared at him, but couldn't see any signs of falsehood.
She responded hesitantly and let him lead her back to the restaurant. Aunt Zhang had already heated up the food he brought back.
These three snacks were present almost throughout their entire period from dating to marriage.
They used to be witnesses, but now, they became evidence of her joke.
She picked up the spoon, tasted the white glutinous rice, paused slightly, and it seemed not as sweet as before.
"Has this store changed owners?"
"No, let's just keep the original one. Isn't it delicious?"
“Not sweet.”
"Let me try it." Shang Boyu brought the white snow glutinous rice over and took a sip with a spoon. "It's sweet."
The dessert has not changed, but perhaps she, the person tasting it, has changed.
She suppressed the sour taste and took another sip of the almond milk paste. "This hasn't changed."
"It's probably because it's been too old and reheated, which has affected the taste." Shang Boyu smiled, "Let's go to Beicheng to eat next time. Beijing University is going to hold a school anniversary event at the end of the month, and the president's assistant brought the invitation letter this afternoon."
"School anniversary?"
Shang Boyu picked up a piece of fish, picked out the bones, put it in her bowl, nodded and said, "Yes. Didn't I donate a training building to the school in the name of Shang last year? It was completed in August this year. At that time, we talked about holding a school anniversary event this year, and let us go back as famous alumni."
Famous alumni?
They were both quite famous at the time.
One is the campus belle of the Fine Arts Department, and the other is the campus hunk of the Finance Department.
Even their acquaintance was carefully planned by Shang Boyu, and he later pursued her in a vigorous and high-profile manner.
At that time, Shang Boyu was full of vigor and vitality, and his sunshine was dazzling.
Just for playing basketball, there are three layers of people around him, and the whole school is full of people who have a crush on him or openly love him.
Now, after several years of experience in the business world, he has become more silent and elegant. The shadow of his former youth has faded a lot over the long years.
Meng Sheng retracted his gaze, hiding the sadness in his eyes, and glared at the fish he had taken from the bowl. He neither agreed nor refused, "The art museum is busy, and I don't know if I can spare the time."
"It's okay, no rush. I'll reply after you confirm it."
"good."
After dinner, Aunt Zhang brought two boiled eggs. Shang Boyu took them and pulled her to sit on the sofa, "Close your eyes."
"I can do it myself..."
"obedient."
Meng Sheng clenched his finger bones and closed his eyes.
The eggs were not hot and his rolling motion was gentle.
This lasted for about ten minutes, the eggs had lost their temperature, and the redness and swelling in her eyes seemed to have subsided a little.
"Tomorrow morning, I'll ask Aunt Zhang to cook two more for you."
"good."
Meng Sheng responded softly, went upstairs to the bedroom, and let go of her hand, "I'm going to take a shower first. If you're sleepy, go to bed first, don't wait for me."
"good."
Watching him go to the cloakroom to get his pajamas and go straight to the bathroom, Meng Sheng was distracted when his cell phone suddenly rang with a text message alert.
It’s still a familiar number.
[Shang Boyu didn't have Ning Weiwei's phone number saved in his phone. He used another phone number to create a WeChat account with the nickname "Jun". Ning Weiwei was the only person in the account, and he and Ning Weiwei's WeChat profile pictures were couples. Go to Ning Weiwei's Instagram account, the name is Echo.]
Meng Sheng's heart ached.
She opened WeChat and found the chat box with Ning Weiwei.
Nickname: See you
It's a couple's name.
The avatar is an oil painting of a sunset over the sea, which was painted by Ning Weiwei herself. In fact, it is hard to tell that it is a couple's avatar.
She had previously wondered whether Shang Boyu had two mobile phones.
After all, he is never afraid of her checking his cell phone now. As long as she wants, she can get his cell phone at any time.
There were even several software downloaded in it that he didn't use regularly but she used frequently.
Even the lock screen password is their wedding anniversary.
Her face still exists.
Meng Sheng curled the corners of his lips in self-mockery. It turned out that they were not two mobile phones, but two WeChat accounts.
She opened Instagram again and searched for the ID mentioned in the text message, the same avatar as on WeChat, and clicked on it. There were 26 updates in total.
The updates are not frequent, sometimes every half a month, sometimes every one or two months.
The latest news is a Cartier bracelet, with the caption: The best gift is never something, but unexpected warmth and sudden surprise.
The publication time happened to be Meng Sheng and Shang Boyu’s third wedding anniversary a few days ago.
Meng Sheng's brain froze for a moment and his breathing stagnated.
The shell necklace he gave her that day was also from Cartier.
My fingernails dug into my palms without me noticing, and it felt like two bloody holes were pierced in my heart, bleeding continuously. Compared with this pain, the pain in my palms was nothing at all.
Turning the page further down, there was a photo of her leaning against a white BMW, which didn't have a license plate yet.
It was sent last month.
She remembered that the text message said Shang Boyu gave Ning Weiwei a BMW last month, and she thought it must be this one.
She was wearing a pink Chanel dress and carrying a white GUCCI handbag. Her pure and beautiful face was filled with a happy smile.
The caption only has four words: A gift from my husband.
Do they call each other husband and wife in private?
Then wouldn’t she, the original wife, be even more of a joke?
The rest are basically photos of brand-name bags and Western food, and the text of each post is full of ambiguous terms such as "husband" and "baby".
The first post was a photo of her and a man holding hands. The man had long fingers with distinct bones, and he was wearing an Audemars Piguet black diamond watch on his wrist.
The watch's clasp was engraved with the words: MS.
It is the abbreviation of Meng Sheng's name.
Because they bought that watch last year when they went to Switzerland to celebrate their second wedding anniversary.
The initials of Shang Bo Yu were engraved on her ladies' watch.
There are two more photos later. The two of them are very close, Shang Boyu is hugging her waist, and in the other photo, Ning Weiwei looks up and kisses his chin.
Text written by Ning Weiwei: On the first day of being together, I wish us a long and lasting relationship.
This was the only front-facing photo of Shang Boyu in all her updates. The second one was his back as he was talking on the phone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window three months after they had been together.
Caption: The more I look at my husband’s back, the more handsome he becomes.
Meng Sheng did not miss any of them. She had clearly seen scenes that were even more jarring than these, but the blood hole in her heart was growing bigger and bigger, and the blood that flowed out had already lost its temperature.
It turns out that they had already started since June last year.
It has been more than a year now.
If it weren't for the text message, she would continue to be kept in the dark and be played around by them.
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