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After Miao Miao came home with a bunch of local specialties for my parents, the four of us sat around a round table for dinner. My dad joked that Miao Miao was like his half-daughter.
Miao Miao smiled with her eyes narrowed: "Uncle and Aunt, I’m like sisters with Zhuang Jun, really!"
My dad laughed heartily at Miao Miao's words. Having learned the truth over the past few days, he often sighed but rarely laughed like this anymore.
After dinner, I pulled Miao Miao into my room. She set down her things and said she would stay the night. I smiled and asked her what about Wang Nan.
She turned her back to me while fixing her hair and huffed twice: "Let that heartless guy keep his empty room to himself."
Honestly, I didn’t blame Wang Nan too much. He might have been afraid of affecting Miao Miao and felt it was inappropriate to say anything to her. They had a deep bond, and it would be too cruel if it changed because of me.
I still advised Miao Miao not to hold a grudge against Wang Nan. She turned around, sighed deeply, and said, "I know Wang Nan is straightforward; he will definitely side with Lu Ming in this matter. After all, men tend to act in their own interest without considering feelings. But his lack of sense is something I just can't stand."
Miao Miao complained a bit more about Wang Nan, but after taking a shower that night, she secretly messaged him. The glow from her phone screen illuminated her face, deepening the smile on it.
I recalled a day when Wang Xu and I went through something similar. Every word on the screen felt as sweet as honey. In our passionate love, we valued each other the most, so when disappointment struck, it hurt the most.
Later, Miao Miao discussed with me that Deng Xiaomei must know something. We decided to approach her first for a direct conversation and arranged to meet her alone.
Miao Miao asked if she should sit at the same table as me. I shook my head; after all, this was my conversation with Deng Xiaomei. Having Miao Miao there would change the dynamic.
Miao Miao agreed and said she would wait at a nearby table. If Deng Xiaomei dared to act up, she would give her a couple of slaps. I chuckled and reminded her that Deng Xiaomei was pregnant now; if anything happened, it would be serious.
Arranging to meet Deng Xiaomei turned out to be easier than I expected. Miao Miao and I arrived fifteen minutes early. She went to the adjacent table while I waited alone at mine for the empty seat across from me, feeling the tension slowly rise.
Months had passed since I last saw her; now I was about to meet her for the first time again. Fifteen minutes passed, but Deng Xiaomei still hadn’t arrived at the agreed time.
I continued to endure the wait in agony while Miao Miao signaled me to stay put. After nearly another half hour, the person I wanted to see finally appeared in my line of sight.
The woman who had posted heavily made-up photos in her social circle had long, wine-red hair cascading down her shoulders. She looked at me with a pair of alluring, fox-like eyes, and my body stiffened for a moment.
It was her, it had to be her.
She looked exactly like in the photos; even though I had never paid much attention, her face was deeply etched in my mind. If I were to see her in a crowd, I would probably recognize her.
My resentment towards her was so profound that the hands we were squeezing under the table had already developed a thin layer of sweat.
Don't be nervous, don't be afraid, I silently chanted in my heart.
And she walked over to me without hesitation; I couldn't help but wonder how many times she had looked at my photos behind my back.
Deng Xiaomei looked at me indifferently, a cold smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she casually took a seat across from me. Her arms rested lazily on the table, tapping rhythmically without much thought.
"What did you want to see me about?" Her tone was lazy, and her flippant gaze clearly conveyed that she didn't regard me highly.
Yes, I couldn't argue with that. Sitting across from me, Deng Xiaomei had far too many advantages. She was younger, prettier, and better at dressing herself. The slight bulge beneath her thin clothing was even more lethal to me.
"It seems you've been to my house recently."
Deng Xiaomei sneered, her voice stiff: "Of course I went; it's only polite. You've given me gifts, so how could I not return the favor? By the way, do your two old folks still eat well?"
I shot her a glare and whispered harshly, "Watch your mouth; those are my parents. If you insult them one more time, I'll make you pay right here!"
If it weren't for the child inside Deng Xiaomei, I would have wanted to take her down the moment I learned of her existence. But the unborn child was innocent; it just happened to be on the wrong side.
"Heh, not saying anything means you agree," Deng Xiaomei replied with a pout. She shrugged nonchalantly as if it didn't bother her at all.
"There's something I want you to see."
Just like the last time I met with my mother-in-law, I placed the same content on the table and handed it to Deng Xiaomei. She casually picked up the envelope, pulled out the photos and printed materials inside, her expression remaining cool and composed.
I felt a bead of sweat form; clearly, her demeanor was making me lose my confidence. When she tossed the items back onto the table with ease, she asked me nonchalantly, "Is that it? I've seen enough."
"You!" I was furious, unable to imagine that Deng Xiaomei could be so unfazed. I couldn't fathom her reaction after seeing the photos.
"What about me? Is this really what you wanted to show me? Zhuang Jun, right? You're really pathetic." Deng Xiaomei rolled her eyes at me dismissively. She glanced at the items on the table again and pressed me, "The person looking for Song Qi is you, right? Tsk tsk, such low-level tactics. Do you even know how to play this game?"
She laughed provocatively, casually tossing her wine-red hair over her shoulder into various shapes. Compared to my caution, she seemed more like she was just chatting.
"If you're here to complain about how miserable your life is, hold it in. I’m not buying it. No matter how unfortunate you are, it's your own fault. You can't even hold onto a man's heart, yet you're here talking nonsense with me."
I retorted angrily, "Aren't you afraid Wang Xu will find out about this? Aren't you worried he’ll learn how dirty your private life is?!"
"I'm not afraid," she replied effortlessly. "I'm only worried he won't buy me what he promised—the Q3 for having my child. Otherwise, I'll be stuck with this big belly every day; it's exhausting."
I was taken aback by her complaining to me about him. That was my fiancé she was referring to, and in her words, he had become a nuisance. I hadn’t expected Wang Xu to have such an arrangement with Deng Xiaomei; no matter how upset I felt inside, I could only endure it.
It seemed Deng Xiaomei's goal was quite simple—she just wanted money.
So dignity and face were merely optional in her eyes.
Got it.
"So that means you and Wang Xu are still in contact." Unlike what Wang Xu had promised, he hadn't cut ties with Deng Xiaomei but continued to engage with her. Out of these two, I wanted to hear Deng Xiaomei say it herself.
"Enough nonsense." She scoffed disdainfully, "You say you've discovered me, and now I should hide and rent a new place to endure for a while. If that place wasn't decent, I would have already torn my face with him."
Endure? Deng Xiaomei is ruining my family by living in the house my husband bought, and I'm supposed to endure by temporarily moving out? What does that make me? Wang Xu's promises, not even one has been fulfilled.
What makes me most desperate is his repeated choice to deceive me. It seems he really doesn't want a divorce; instead, he drags it out so that when the time comes, I can't make him leave empty-handed.
He is protecting his own interests, not our past feelings.
"Does Wang Xu know about all this?"
"Which part?" Deng Xiaomei replied with slight impatience. "Is it about you hooking up with Song Qi? He doesn't know, or are you with some Big Boss? He doesn't know that either. What else? Let me think... oh right, he knows about your plan to take back this house."
"Big Boss? Are you talking about Lu Ming?!"
There are only a few Big Bosses around me; aside from Wang Nan, there's only Lu Ming left.
It's not surprising that Deng Xiaomei knows about Lu Ming now. After all, she’s with Song Qi, who has a business relationship with Lu Ming. Song Qi would likely introduce Deng Xiaomei to him.
But how does she know that I know Lu Ming? That still piques my curiosity.
What shocks me isn't this but that my mother-in-law has finally chosen to break our agreement and expose this matter. It seems that even if I waited freely for those ten days, it wouldn't lead to a good outcome.
"I don't know what to call him; maybe that's it. But he looks pretty good. If one day you get tired of him and want to dump him, remember to find me; I'll charge you less."
When mentioning Lu Ming, Deng Xiaomei's face lit up with a smile. She even tried to get closer to me by using hurtful words.
It's truly disgusting and hard for me to tolerate.
"Deng Xiaomei, do you know what you resemble right now?"
"What?"
"A slut." This was my only assessment of her. She was involved with at least three men, pregnant, and entangled with two others; she could no longer be described as cheap.
"Haha, thanks for the description. Let me tell you something that will excite you."
I raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"
"Since you know Song Qi, you should also know Huang Zhang. Huang Zhang was introduced to me by Song Qi. When the three of us were having fun together, you had nothing to do with it, Wang Xu, hahaha."
Deng Xiaomei laughed loudly, her bright red lips parting in a wide grin. Her sharp laughter pierced my eardrums.
It sent a chill down my spine.
What has happened to this world?
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