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He took on a righteous demeanor and said to me, "Song Song, I really don't want to say much. Just apologize to him and let it go."
I couldn't be bothered to explain and walked straight up to him. He thought I was going to apologize, lowering his head with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. "Actually, you don't have to."
Without saying a word, I raised my hand and slapped him across the face, causing gasps to erupt around us.
I coldly stated, "Consider this slap my apology."
The sudden blow caught him off guard. A few seconds later, a glint of malice flashed in his eyes, but he dared not retaliate with Zhou Shiwan present. "Song Song, how could you do this!"
That slap seemed to strike at Zhou Shiwan's heart as well.
"Song Song, you're going too far! This is simply school bullying!"
But after that, just as he wished, Zhou Shiwan never spoke to me again and never came to my house. I couldn't have asked for more.
Thinking about how Jiang Mingyue stood up for me against that Scheming Man today made me want to cheer with joy. Finally, I had married someone sensible who wouldn't be fooled by such clumsy tricks.
So after dinner that night, after sending away my Father-in-law and Mother-in-law, I excitedly embraced Jiang Mingyue.
She looked at me in surprise and asked, "What's wrong?"
"I'm rewarding you." I leaned down and kissed her lips.
She froze for a moment but then wrapped her arms around my waist and passionately returned the kiss.
Around eleven o'clock, my phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.
Half-asleep, I glanced at it; it was an unknown number that hung up before I could answer.
Jiang Mingyue was sitting next to me wearing glasses and reading a book, her profile illuminated by the light, with long eyelashes hanging down like butterfly wings.
I had to admit, my wife's profile was exceptionally beautiful.
"Who called?"
"I don't recognize it, it's a strange number."
"Mm."
After a while, feeling my gaze fixed on her, she turned her head and asked,
"Why are you staring at me?"
"You're really beautiful."
A meaningful smile curled at the corners of her mouth.
I sensed a hint of teasing in her tone.
"You were ruthless when we debated before. Have you ever thought that I might be your future wife?"
She looked at me with a playful glint in her eyes.
"If I had lost to you, would I still have left such a deep impression on you?"
"Of course! Back then, I even made an effort."
I had even gone out of my way to gather information about her.
She raised an eyebrow, a flicker of mischief in her gaze: "You went out of your way to check up on me?"
I stammered, "Yeah, the academic goddess. We're from the same school; it's hard not to hear about a campus legend like you."
She was a workaholic, either making money or on the way to make money.
She dominated the entire department with her top grades and even partnered with classmates to develop software and start a company.
"Why were you working so hard back then?"
She fell silent for a moment before asking me, "Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
She hesitated for a moment, seemingly weighing whether to share.
I sat up slightly and gently wrapped my arms around her waist: "What’s wrong? Can't you confide in your husband?"
Jiang Mingyue replied, "Saying it out loud feels like seeking sympathy."
Over the years, Jiang Mingyue's foster parents had hardly paid any attention to her.
During middle school, she was sent to live with distant relatives, working in a small restaurant washing dishes and serving plates in exchange for three meals a day and tuition. Throughout high school and college, she relied on her own earnings from part-time jobs. Even in college, her foster parents would occasionally find reasons to ask her for money to help with household expenses. She once thought that her foster parents were struggling financially and simply didn’t know how to express their care, which led to their neglect of her.
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