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Fang Jing Shu remained silent, her head lowered as her fingers unconsciously twirled around Li Wenbo's. Noticing this, Li Wenbo gently pulled her into his embrace and whispered softly in her ear, "Fang Jing Shu, I know you still have concerns, but trust me, I will always be by your side. We will face everything together."
Fang Jing Shu lifted her head and looked into Li Wenbo's sincere eyes, and the last trace of hesitation in her heart vanished. She nodded gently, snuggling closer to him. "I believe you."
Li Wenbo was overjoyed; he leaned down and kissed Fang Jing Shu's lips tenderly and passionately. The two held each other tightly, and the room was filled with a sweet atmosphere.
The next evening, as the sunset cast its glow between the tall buildings of the city, Fang Jing Shu's heart felt as restless as the sun that was about to set. Taking a deep breath, she dialed Huang Guoqiang's number.
"Guoqiang, it's me." Fang Jing Shu's voice trembled slightly as she tried to sound casual. "About what you mentioned last time, do you have any updates regarding Li Wenbo?"
On the other end of the line, Huang Guoqiang paused for a moment before bursting into an excited laugh. "Oh, Fang, my beautiful lady! I thought you had forgotten about me! What’s up? Missing me?"
Fang Jing Shu suppressed her disgust. "Cut it out. I'm not in a good mood. I feel like Wenbo has completely let go of everything. Our marriage is in trouble."
"Not in a good mood? Did you have a fight with your husband? Come on, tell me all about it! I can help you out!" Huang Guoqiang's tone was greasy, as if he were expecting Fang Jing Shu to lean on him for support.
Fang Jing Shu continued to play the role of the troubled wife despite her discomfort. "It's complicated; let's talk in person."
"Alright! Mingzhu Hotel at eight o'clock. Don't be late!" Huang Guoqiang eagerly set the time and place.
After hanging up the phone, Fang Jing Shu felt a wave of nausea rise in her stomach. For Li Wenbo's sake, she had to deal with this scum; the feeling was utterly humiliating.
At eight o'clock that evening, Fang Jing Shu arrived at Mingzhu Hotel on time. Huang Guoqiang had been waiting for a while, dressed in a cheap suit with his hair slicked back, looking like a fly waiting for its prey.
"Fang, my beautiful lady! You finally made it! I've missed you so much!" Huang Guoqiang exclaimed as he eagerly reached out his hand toward her.
Fang Jing Shu quickly dodged him and forced a smile onto her face. "You really know how to joke around, Mr. Huang."
Unfazed by the rejection, Huang Guoqiang rubbed his hands together with a lewd grin. "Come on, sit down! Order whatever you want; it's my treat tonight!"
During the meal, Fang Jing Shu engaged in small talk with Huang Guoqiang while occasionally mentioning Li Wenbo—how he had been neglecting her lately, staying out all night, and how it left her feeling disheartened.
Huang Guoqiang sighed dramatically, his chubby face filled with feigned concern. "Ah, every family has its own difficulties! Men are all the same; once they get what they want, they stop cherishing it. You’re so beautiful and gentle; that Li Wenbo really doesn’t know how lucky he is!"
As he spoke, he leered at Fang Jing Shu with eyes that seemed to want to pierce through her clothes.
Fang Jing Shu lowered her eyelashes to hide the coldness in her gaze while a bitter smile tugged at her lips. "Who could disagree? I truly regret ever falling for him."
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