Now that one of the parties involved has clarified the situation, the employees' doubts have naturally subsided.
They preferred to believe their boss's decision rather than Zhao Mingyao's frantic accusations.
As for Zhao Mingyao's repeated mention of "Shen Dingkun entrusting his daughter to Jiang Tian for education," in everyone's eyes, it was just a common social interaction among wealthy families—it's normal for children to visit each other within their social circles. After all, if interests are combined to form a business circle, then social circles will inevitably merge as well.
Zhao Mingyao's deliberate distortion of the facts and her attempt to conceal the truth only made her appear pathetic and highly unbelievable.
Especially with Su Hanze's resolute attitude right in front of her, her words had even less credibility.
Firstly, they are employees of the Su family group and naturally tend to trust the management; secondly, Zhao Mingyao's almost obsessive appearance at this moment inevitably makes people wonder whether her emotions are stable.
In this way, Su Hanze cleaned up the mess with just a few words.
Zhao Mingyao suddenly panicked after losing her audience.
When she looked up, she saw her husband's cold eyes and brows, and her panic deepened—there was a clear handprint on his face, the one she had slapped him with.
Zhao Mingyao knew she had made a mistake, but she was unwilling to admit it: Why was everyone targeting her? What had she done wrong? So many people married into wealth, why was she the only one living such a miserable life?
Countless questions churned in her mind, but faced with her husband's gaze at that moment, she couldn't utter a single word.
Shen Dingkun stared at Zhao Mingyao, suddenly somewhat stunned.
Time flies so fast; in the blink of an eye, the two have been married for several years.
During his university years, he always hoped to meet a pure person who wouldn't mind his poverty and would be willing to squeeze into the cafeteria with him and ride a second-hand bicycle. At that time, he deliberately hid his family background, wanting to be invisible on campus and experience the life of an ordinary person. Even so, his outstanding appearance still drew attention to him repeatedly.
Just when he was about to break down in this pretense, Zhao Mingyao appeared—she genuinely believed he was a poor boy, or perhaps not "believed," but simply didn't care, or maybe she was just pretending not to care.
Later, Shen Dingkun didn't want to delve into it anymore. Since he had fallen in love and decided to get married, why bother about who was honest first?
Isn't the attraction itself the best answer?
But now, he has to face the mess in front of him.
Zhao Mingyao's human weaknesses have been exposed.
Should we continue to tolerate this woman?
She had long since betrayed the original intention of this marriage.
The moment he saw her hideous face, all his vows shattered into dust.
Shen Dingkun suddenly felt a wave of fatigue.
It turns out that a marriage can really wear a person down like this—they've only been married for a few years, so why does it feel like they've been married for a lifetime?
"This is someone else's company. Don't disrupt the employees' normal work. Let's go outside and talk."
Shen Dingkun's voice was frighteningly calm.
His calmness left Zhao Mingyao's mind blank—she knew that when her husband spoke in this tone, it meant he had made an irreversible decision.
Her hands were trembling. In her panic, she grabbed his sleeve and said, "Honey, I was wrong! I just got emotional... I saw you taking our daughter to find Jiang Tian, and I was really scared. I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore... I didn't mean any harm, and I didn't mean to affect anyone."
"Let's go outside and talk about it, so others won't laugh at us."
Shen Dingkun simply continued speaking to her.
He didn't respond to Zhao Mingyao's explanation, and his back as he turned and walked towards the elevator exuded the efficiency typical of a workplace elite.
Zhao Mingyao recognized her husband's demeanor—as a company decision-maker, he was always so decisive and efficient.
But in his presence, she was always gentle.
Over the years of marriage, she understood all too well the meaning behind Shen Dingkun's calmness. Thinking about what was about to happen, her hands and feet grew colder and colder.
With nowhere to run or avoid, she could only stumble and follow him into the car.
The enclosed space was filled with the familiar scent of perfume, which Zhao Mingyao had bought for Shen Dingkun.
The scent of this perfume should have made Zhao Mingyao feel at ease, but instead, she was trembling with fear.
She looked at the man in the driver's seat with almost pleading eyes, her lips moved, but she didn't dare to speak.
The next second, Shen Dingkun's words pierced her last remaining illusion like an ice pick.
"Zhao Mingyao, I've thought about it for a long time, let's get a divorce."
With a loud bang, Zhao Mingyao's vision went black, and her mind went blank.
She stared at her husband's hand on the steering wheel, the scar from a fight he had fought for her years ago particularly glaring: "Shen Dingkun, are you kidding me?"
"I'm not kidding, I mean it."
"Is it because of Jiang Tian? Is it really because of that woman? You cheated on me? Have you forgotten that we are truly in love?!"
Tears welled up in Zhao Mingyao's eyes.
She covered her face, trembling all over, her emotions at the point of utter collapse.
How could she not be devastated when her husband abandoned her?
The rearview mirror reflected Shen Dingkun's taut jawline.
Shen Dingkun didn't turn his head, his tone remaining perfectly calm: "There's no need to drag others into this. You and I both know I won't cheat. From the day we met, I've said that people must be responsible for their own choices. When I married you, I was even prepared to break with my family, and I voluntarily slowed down my career plans—I accept these costs. But what about you?"
He suddenly turned his head, his gaze as cold as a knife, sending chills down one's spine.
"Zhao Mingyao, have you kept your promise? You promised to be an emotionally stable mother in front of the children, but look at you now—jealous, suspicious, out of control, and frantic. Zhao Mingyao, have you ever considered that I'm the one who's been drained in this marriage?"
Zhao Mingyao's sobs suddenly stopped.
Sunlight streamed through the car window and fell on Shen Dingkun's face.
Zhao Mingyao genuinely liked him.
If you don't like it, there won't be any more stories.
She recalled fragmented memories of her university days, the boy who ran to buy her milk tea on campus, and her husband, with tears in his eyes, smiling at her while holding their daughter outside the delivery room…
Like a mirror that has fallen, all of the past shattered in an instant.
At this moment, even though the two people are facing each other, it feels like there is an invisible wall between them.
Zhao Mingyao was so heartbroken that she couldn't speak.
“You always say I’ve changed.” Shen Dingkun’s voice was flat. “Who is it that can change? In my heart, you will always be like a little sun. You can bring warmth to others, so why can’t you bring warmth to your own children? I’ve given you chances, but you’re always doubting and making trouble. Now I’m tired. My daughter and son also need a normal family environment. Let’s just forget about it.”
"The property will be divided normally. I will not treat you unfairly. We are husband and wife, it is fate."
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