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My Husband and Best Friend Conspired Against Me
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People, the thing they fear the most is Nothing at all, and I, besides a suitcase, have nothing left. Just as I walked out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, my ex-husband Liang Sheng held the divorce certificate, smiling happily, "Take care of yourself." The house, the car, the savings, all belong to him, and our three-year-old son belongs to him as well. ——Because I was the one at fault for having an affair during the marriage.
Chapter 1: I Became a Second-Hand Woman
1.
Seeing Liang Sheng smiling so lecherously, I asked, "Have you been planning this for a long time?"
"What if I don't? Do you really think I truly love you?" He actually admitted it openly.
He laughed happily, "If it weren't for your family's good financial situation and the fact that your parents could support us after we got married, I would have dumped you a long time ago, with you being the kind of woman you are."
- What kind of woman am I?
In college, I ranked third among the top ten campus beauties. My father used to be the chief of police in a district of the provincial capital, and my mother is an associate professor at a university. They had me when they were in their thirties, and I am their precious gem, their only princess!
Originally, life after marriage was quite good, but at this moment, I realize that I was wrong.
I was terribly wrong!
I laughed angrily, "Liang Sheng! The thing I regret the most is marrying you!"
"Too late!" he said, then waved to the car, a pretty girl with a pregnant belly came out of the car like a penguin, he went up and held her hand, "Let's go."
They went hand in hand to the marriage registration hall.
Liang Sheng waved at me and said, "Yun Duo, you must come to our wedding!" What a pair of lovebirds!
Now, I have nothing at all.
Now, I have no worries.
Next, let's talk about how I went off track.
Xu Qing is my roommate for four years in college, sleeping on bunk beds, but often squeezing onto the same bed. I consider her as a lifelong sister. A year ago, she got divorced. She and her husband Zeng Wei have no children, and Zeng Wei quietly went to Shanghai.
Xu Qing boasted to me, "Yun Duo, he left with nothing, now everything at home belongs to me alone!"
We used to talk about everything, but this time, she kept silent about the reasons and consequences of her marriage change. When I asked urgently, she simply replied, "He couldn't perform."
As a woman, I understand that it means Zeng Wei couldn't perform in "that aspect."
Let's just part ways, I'm only thirty years old.
My husband, Liang Sheng, has partnered with someone to run a foreign trade company. He's away on business for twenty days a month. Our son is taken care of by his retired grandparents from Monday to Friday, and as for me, who doesn't work, I have plenty of time to squander.
While Liang Sheng is away on business, Xu Qing took me to the "Intoxicating Life" bar.
In front of the bar counter, the young bartender Xu Qing flirtatiously said, "Little brother, give sister two glasses of tequila." Under the soft yellow light, the young bartender with his jet-black short hair, handsome features, and smooth yet powerful lines, formed a sharp contrast with his deep blue tie and white uniform, making him look even more spirited. Suddenly, I had a whole new understanding of the allure of a uniform.
His hands are long and powerful, and his fingers move like they are playing a musical instrument, swiftly and accurately arranging various glasses and bottles on the bar. His deep gaze seems to be able to see into my soul. When he smiles, his eyes are like two crescent moons, reflecting us in front of the bar.
His movements are elegant and smooth, skillfully and lightly pouring into the glasses. The liquid forms a beautiful arc in the air before landing accurately in the glass.
He is like an artist, using bottles and glasses as brushes, cocktails as paint, creating intoxicating masterpieces.
Xu Qing Push me, who is infatuated: "Do you want to eat tender grass? Let me introduce you to it, sister?"
3.
The bartender is named Shia.
He picked up a clean cocktail shaker and skillfully mixed several types of strong liquor, fruit juice, and ice cubes together. His technique was practiced and powerful, and each shake seemed to inject an unknown force into the liquid, causing them to blend and form a colorful, uniquely flavored cocktail.
Then, he took a delicate spoon and scooped a glassful from the mixture, gently placing it in a beautifully patterned glass. The liquid's color shimmered in the light, emitting a charming radiance. He skillfully sprinkled a touch of lemon juice on the rim of the glass, instantly filling the air with a fresh lemon fragrance.
Finally, he took out a bottle of soda water and precisely poured it into the glass. Bubbles quickly rose in the cocktail, creating layers of ripples. It was a feeling that was both like foam and like a dream, making one unable to resist the urge to taste this unique flavor.
Two glasses of wine were poured. I picked up one, it was cool with a hint of bitterness, a strong alcoholic taste, a burning sensation in the throat, and a strong flavor. I, who usually only occasionally drink beer, was instantly intoxicated.
Xu Qing took me into a small private room, where a young man wearing makeup and a small suit with an exposed chest, whom Xu Qing called "Xiao Xu," came in and enthusiastically sang and drank with us.
I couldn't understand why Xu Qing would call an unrelated person to drink the expensive beer we bought. It wasn't until she got herself drunk and shouted for the young man to take her home.
We took a taxi together and arrived at Xu Qing's home at Forest Peninsula. The young man was very familiar with the place and carried Xu Qing directly into her bedroom. Xu Qing waved at me and said, "Girl, you can go back now..." I thought I must have misheard, wasn't it the young man who should be leaving?
The young man opened the door and gave me a charming smile, "Sister, how about the three of us together?"
I ran away as if I were crazy.
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