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Later, I accidentally learned about his news from a trending topic on social media. Lin Ziping had become the center of attention after being caught in a compromising situation at a high-end restaurant with a wealthy woman, only to be discovered by her husband. The man furiously accused Lin Ziping of living off women and splashed red wine all over him. This dramatic scene was captured by a fellow diner at the same table and quickly went viral online.
Upon hearing about this incident, Zhou Shiwan confronted him, leading to a public altercation where they tore into each other, revealing their dirty laundry for all to see. Bystanders recorded the confrontation and shared it online. Netizens even dug up an old video of Lin Ziping claiming he was interested in Zhou Shiwan as a person, disregarding her family background. Moments later, he accused her of being a broke loser who couldn’t even find a job, stating that if he hadn’t thought she was a rich second-generation, he wouldn’t have given her the time of day.
Just before that, Zhou Shiwan had said she would pay for Lin Ziping to have a grand wedding with her, but in the next breath, she challenged him: “Can you count how much money I’ve spent on you? If you’re so capable, return every penny I’ve spent on you.” The online commentary was sharp: “These two are greedy and shameless; they deserve each other.”
It must be said that Lin Ziping brought this upon himself, while Zhou Shiwan was reaping what she had sown. Of course, all this gossip was shared with me by friends because I was fully immersed in my honeymoon trip with Jiang Mingyue. Their drama was merely fodder for conversation over tea; we should cherish our happy moments together.
Hand in hand, we strolled along the beach shrouded in nightfall, leaving behind a trail of footprints. We took pictures against various beautiful backdrops; this feeling of love blossoming after marriage was surprisingly delightful. Suddenly, fine rain began to fall by the seaside. With the gentle drizzle, we decided to walk in the rain.
However, as the rain intensified, we hurried back to the hotel. As soon as we entered our room, I pulled her into the bathroom, and we washed up together for quite some time. Suddenly, I recalled a scene from my university days. That day, I had gone to visit friends at a neighboring school and happened to pass by the playground when it started to rain.
In the rain, a few girls were still jogging, and my gaze inadvertently fell on Jiang Mingyue. She wore a white sports tank top, which had become nearly transparent from the rain, faintly revealing her slender waist and graceful curves. I found myself stopping to watch her.
After the rain stopped, the girls began wringing out the water from their jackets. Jiang Mingyue gathered the hem of her jacket together, and the tightened fabric accentuated her slim waist as she wrung out the rainwater before putting it back on.
As she turned around, our eyes met unexpectedly. Her bright, captivating gaze momentarily froze in surprise upon seeing me, and her ears flushed a soft red. She awkwardly shifted her gaze away.
"Jiang Academic, you have a nice figure," I teased.
Without looking back, she hurried away.
"Come here, let me dry your hair."
The memory abruptly halted as Jiang Mingyue obediently walked to my side, enjoying my service. After several practice sessions, my technique had become quite proficient.
Once I finished drying her hair, I set down the hairdryer and pulled her into my embrace, leaning down to kiss her. She gently wrapped her arms around my neck, feeling the warmth radiating from me.
"I have to ask you something—did you have a crush on me in college? Did you blush when you saw me?"
Jiang Mingyue's lips curled into a slight smile. "I never blushed."
I described the scene from that time, and she quickly recalled it. She laughed, her eyes filled with tenderness.
"Should I ask you then—if you remember me wringing out my jacket until now, does that mean you had feelings for me long ago?"
"Absolutely not."
I whispered in her ear, "Still denying it?"
She finally conceded, "Alright, alright, I did think about you."
As the night grew quiet and she began to drift off to sleep, I softly spoke in her ear:
"I like you, but I never dared to hope to have you."
"And now you are mine, Mrs. Song."
Years of indifference had built high walls around her, and she wore a cold mask.
She encountered a boy who made her heart flutter, yet she understood the vast chasm between them.
In the prime of her youth, she found herself financially struggling, forced to work tirelessly to make ends meet.
She liked him but did not dare to dream of possessing him.
A deep-seated obsession surged within her, a desire to leave an indelible mark on his heart, to make her name an unforgettable presence in his life.
To achieve this, she chose a challenging path and signed up for a debate program.
Though it was time-consuming and labor-intensive, potentially affecting her career development, she dove in without hesitation.
Now, he had become an indispensable part of her life.
He was her only husband.
Her love for him was profound and fervent.
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