So no matter how much he pleaded and begged, she never wore it even once.
It seems that Mo Sangyu now fits Jingmin's taste perfectly, and he's probably already quite comfortable wearing her.
Her fingers gripped the water glass tightly, her back ramrod straight, but her chest tightened with each breath.
The sofa was soft, like a still-warm, deeply imprinted handprint that slowly swallowed her whole.
She suddenly felt that churning sensation in her stomach, which she had just suppressed, start to rise again.
Mo Sangyu turned to look at Chu Wuyang.
"It's almost dinner time, Miss Chu, would you like to stay and try my cooking?"
Chu Wuyang placed the teacup on the table and stood up.
"My assistant is already here. Thank you for your kindness, Mrs. Jing, I won't bother you any longer. I hope you'll do me the honor of treating Mrs. Jing to dinner another day to thank me for helping you out today."
Mo Sangyu glanced at the time, her expression showing some anxiety, and then stopped insisting.
"Alright, then we won't keep Miss Chu any longer."
"Miss Chu, please be careful on your way back,"
Chu Wuyang nodded, just then her phone rang. She stood up.
"Okay, I'll be going now."
Mo Sangyu escorted the person to the door.
"I'm sorry, Ah Min said she was going home for dinner tonight, and I was in a hurry to prepare dinner so I didn't have time to entertain you. It was my oversight. Please come to our house again when you have time, and I will definitely cook for you myself. Please forgive me!"
Chu Wuyang was slightly taken aback, as if a fine needle had unexpectedly pricked her heart.
She didn't respond, and after getting into the car, she didn't glance back at the charming villa behind her.
After the next two days, she will have no further connection with the couple, let alone be their guest.
For Jingmin, Mo Sangyu was a perfect wife and mother. She knew his tastes and would cook for him, and even catered to his preferences in bed.
She is a perfectly qualified wife, and Jingmin should be quite satisfied with her.
Moreover, Mo Sangyu's demand that she "sleep with" Jing Min, which she took for granted, stemmed from an inexplicable confidence that she couldn't take Jing Min away from her.
This confidence stems from Jingmin.
Therefore, she shouldn't expect Jingmin to still have any genuine feelings for her.
Even if there were, it would just be because they hadn't had enough of her.
Thinking this with self-deprecating humor,
Chu Wuyang had already planned it out in her mind. She would arrange all her work within the next two days and leave without hesitation.
It was already dark when I got home.
She had just pushed open the door and hadn't even turned on the light when a scene suddenly pierced her eyes, startling her so much that she screamed.
The restaurant was lit with candles and filled with roses.
Jing Min, dressed in formal attire, sat elegantly at the dining table, his gaze cool and indifferent as he quietly observed her.
The steak on the table was bright red, like blood, with the juices not yet solidified, and it had a raw, fishy smell.
The romantic ambiance, bathed in the dim candlelight, carried an eerie undertone.
It took Chu Wuyang a while to find her voice.
What are you doing here?
Imagine a perfectly healthy person suddenly appearing in your home, especially in such a dark and romantic atmosphere. It could easily scare someone with a weak heart.
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