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I walked into the bathroom, closed the door, and listened to that conversation on the recorder again.
“Lingling, my mom and Aunt Yang are going too far. They always contact you behind my back and have caused you a lot of trouble.”
“Forget it, they care about me.”
“ Yu Zhu just won’t let Aunt Yang move in. She knows how difficult it is for me…”
Zhen Zhuo was probably drunk, speaking incoherently.
“She must think that by using her mother to pressure me, I will compromise.”
“Why does she treat me like this?”
Wen Ling was beside him, gently comforting him.
“Alright, Azhong, stop talking. I made some hangover soup; you should drink a little.”
“You really understand me and know how to care for me.”
“If only Yu Zhu were half as considerate as you.”
The recording abruptly ended here.
I closed my eyes, my heart feeling like it was being squeezed by a large hand, aching so much that I could hardly breathe.
It turned out he had been lying to me all along.
It wasn’t unintentional; it was deliberate.
He intentionally made me misunderstand and deliberately made me give up.
Perhaps his recognition of Wen Ling was not solely due to Mao Ruyun's pressure, but rather because he himself desired such an ideal family.
A virtuous and gentle wife, smart and lovely children.
What am I?
Just a pitiful substitute.
I closed my eyes, a flash of ruthlessness crossing my mind.
Since you want to play a role, then I will accompany you to the end.
The next morning, Zhen Zhuo sent me off in a taxi to the airport, reminding me to be careful on the way, and then he left.
He had no idea that I wasn't getting on the plane at all.
I had the driver take a detour and returned home.
Opening the door, the house was clean and tidy, with no trace of Zhen Zhuo at all.
I sat on the sofa and called Wen Ling.
"Wen Ling, it's Yu Yuzhu."
"Is there something you need?"
Her voice sounded calm, as if she was not surprised that I would contact her.
"Let's meet."
"Okay."
We agreed on a location, and I hung up the phone, getting up to wash my face in the bathroom.
Looking at my haggard and pale face in the mirror, I took a deep breath, slapped my cheeks hard, and forced a smile.
No matter what, I cannot lose.
Even if it's just an act, I will keep pretending until the end.
I had arranged to meet Wen Ling at a café.
By the time she arrived, I had been waiting for a long time.
Wen Ling sat down across from me and asked coldly, "What do you want?"
I looked up at her and narrowed my eyes slightly.
"When did you and Zhen Zhuo start?"
Wen Ling raised an eyebrow. "You came to see me just to ask this?"
"I just want to know where I went wrong."
"Yu Yuzhu, you didn't lose to me."
Wen Ling let out a light laugh, her tone laced with disdain.
"You only lost to yourself."
"My relationship with Azhong started in the second year after you went to the United States for treatment."
My hand holding the coffee cup trembled suddenly.
"So, you two have been together for a long time..."
"That's right."
Wen Ling smiled slyly.
"Yu Yuzhu, after you left, Azhong was in a lot of pain. He drank himself into a stupor every night, and I was the one who stayed by his side during that time."
"Do you think that's why he wanted me to go back to work?"
"Because he didn't want to see you anymore, but he couldn't divorce you, so he arranged for me to be by his side, where he could see me every day."
My breath caught in my throat.
It felt as if my heart had been pierced by something sharp, the pain unbearable.
So he knew everything.
He was just pretending to be oblivious.
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