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I had no idea where this question from Lu Shuang came from. When she asked, I was taken aback and immediately denied it, saying, "Of course not, Shuangshuang. I'm just your father's employee, responsible for picking you up from school."
I understood to some extent how much impact parental divorce could have on someone like Lu Shuang at her age. I was grateful that my parents provided me with a warm and complete home, but what Lu Shuang was asking would never happen.
I assured her of that.
After picking up Lu Shuang and taking her to the company, the staff had already gotten used to it and greeted Lu Shuang more often than they did me, which I found unsurprising.
This time, Lu Ming showed up early and invited me to the same restaurant for dinner. I could hardly bear being alone, so I was pleasantly surprised to spend time with Lu Ming; it felt much more relaxed.
These days repeated for three or four days until Miao Miao's call came in when I was almost unable to pay for the hotel room.
"Zhuang Jun, where are you right now? Meet me at 3:30. I'll be waiting for you at New Moon Cafe downstairs from Luming Company."
Miao Miao's call truly made my emotions start to feel uneasy. I understood that this waiting period was merely for Miao Miao to call me.
As long as she reached out, it meant that some matters had been settled—whether good or bad, we would need to discuss them in person.
Ironically, I had been looking forward to this day, but when it arrived, I felt unusually nervous. I pulled out the new clothes I had just bought from the paper bag and changed into them. The things I had bought for myself during this time were more than what I had accumulated over the past six months.
It turned out that spending too much money still stung.
Not long after I sat by the window in the cafe, Miao Miao rushed in, looking worn out. She sat down in front of me and pushed a somewhat thick envelope toward me.
"Take a look."
Miao Miao held the coffee cup that the clerk had just placed on the table, gesturing for me to pick it up and take a look.
I hesitated for a moment, then reached out to press down on the envelope in front of me.
Taking a deep breath, I finally dared to pull out the contents inside.
As I fiddled with what was in the envelope, I listened to Miao Miao speak.
"Deng Xiaomei is definitely up to something. During this time, she's seen quite a few men. Excluding the least likely ones, the two men she sees most often are in this envelope—one is named Huang Zhang, and the other is Song Qi."
"Look at how well Deng Xiaomei posed her hand in this photo; she can't deny it." Miao Miao pointed to a spot in the photo I was holding. "Her biggest lover is probably not Wang Xu; it's this Huang Zhang. Do you see the bag she's holding? The cheapest brand starts at over ten thousand."
"But she clearly moved downstairs to my place; how could..." I found it hard to believe.
Miao Miao raised an eyebrow and asked me seriously, "Zhuang Jun, can you really not figure it out? It shows that her intention was simply to get this house. Who knew Wang Xu and his mother would take it seriously? They really thought they found a future daughter-in-law. How naive! Look at the next picture—Deng Xiaomei and Huang Zhang coming out of a hotel. What do you think a man and woman would do in a hotel?"
"Deng Xiaomei isn't just having an affair with Wang Xu; there are others too. But Wang Xu took it seriously. Whether this child is truly Wang Xu's is uncertain, but the name is already written as Deng Xiaomei's. I suspect that after she got the house, she became bolder and started meeting other lovers again."
Looking at Deng Xiaomei's smile in the photo left a bitter taste in my mouth. If she loved Wang Xu too, I could accept it, but was it really fair for her to treat the man I loved like this?
"But on WeChat, she clearly has photos with Wang Xu. Isn't she afraid of being seen by others?"
I am still waiting for what? Waiting for Deng Xiaomei to love Wang Xu?
Miao Miao raised her coffee cup, took a sip, and then said, "Having a WeChat ID is no big deal, whether it's ten or a hundred. With her high status, she can indeed carry the title of a seductress."
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