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After a while, the phone rang again, shrill and urgent like a death knell, but Wen Fu mercilessly hung up each time.
On the other end, Lu Chenyi was so angry he ground his teeth. In the past, Wen Fu would never have dared to hang up on him so easily.
Even when he scolded her viciously, she never had the heart to cut the call—let alone curse at him.
Every time he lost his temper, she would meekly apologize over and over, never daring to resist.
But now, after running away from home for just a few days, her temper seemed to have grown. She actually dared to hang up on him.
She really needed a good lesson!
He thought for a moment—let her stew for a few days. Sooner or later, she would come crawling back obediently to coax him.
With that thought, Lu Chenyi’s irritation eased slightly. He shoved his phone back into his pocket and went on with his paperwork.
At this time, Su Ying strode in, giving Wen Fu a helpless look, her eyes full of worry.
“Finally, you’re awake. Honestly, your husband is really not human. You got into such a serious car accident, and he couldn’t even bother to come see you once. Do you know you almost never woke up again? You nearly died on the operating table!”
“The doctor had to perform resuscitation on you several times. At one point, there was no response at all. They said if you didn’t wake up within three days, not even the gods could save you.”
“I even called your husband, but he said you were just pretending to be sick to get his attention. Honestly, he’s worse than a pig or a dog. And you still treasure this kind of scumbag, treating him like some prized jewel.”
“That bastard knows you can’t bear to leave him, so he keeps finding new ways to bully you, taking you for granted. If it were me, I’d have kicked him straight into the Pacific Ocean ages ago—better to leave him there for New Year’s than bring him home.”
Wen Fu listened to her best friend’s furious rant, defending her indignantly.
She calmly took the thermos from Su Ying’s hands, sipped the millet porridge slowly, then curved her lips faintly.
“You’re right. I should’ve kicked him long ago. My head must’ve been filled with water before. Now it’s time to drain every last drop of it.”
Su Ying didn’t take her words seriously. She knew Wen Fu’s soft heart—once that bastard sweet-talked her a little, she’d go back to being the docile wife again, obediently following him around and trying to please him.
If she could really leave, she would’ve done it ages ago, not waited until now.
Su Ying bit her lip, struggling for a long moment before she hesitated and said:
“Wen Fu, there’s something I don’t know if I should tell you. But if I don’t, I’m afraid you’ll keep being deceived by that bastard. I just don’t want to see you hurt anymore—”
Wen Fu stayed silent for a long time, then suddenly curved her lips into a bitter smile.
“You mean Shen Qingli has come back, right?”
Su Ying gave her a cautious look, afraid she might do something extreme again, and finally nodded.
“You don’t even know. While you were lying in the hospital after the accident, hovering between life and death, your good husband was off vacationing with that shameless bitch—staying in a seaside villa, watching the sunrise. Absolutely shameless.”
“My friend sent me her WeChat posts. Look for yourself—Shen that slut is openly provoking you, staking her claim.”
“That little tramp has made a habit of being a homewrecker. Back in school, she was already clinging to Lu Chenyi, playing her sweet little act. Even now, you’re married to him, and she still hasn’t given up, still coveting your husband.”
Wen Fu glanced at the photos indifferently.
One was a blurry shot of a man and woman watching the sunrise together, their fingers interlocked, full of intimacy.
At just a glance, Wen Fu knew that tall, familiar back was none other than Lu Chenyi.
The other was inside a seaside villa.
The setting sun cast its dying glow as the two shared afternoon tea, their hands entwined.
On the ring finger where his wedding band should’ve been, Lu Chenyi now wore a pair ring identical to the woman’s, dazzling and ostentatious.
It was both blinding and laughable.
In the past, with her fiery temper, Wen Fu would’ve felt like her heart was being ripped apart. She would’ve stormed at Lu Chenyi, demanding an explanation.
But now, staring at the two photos, aside from a trace of sadness, she felt no ripples at all in her heart.
She had once foolishly believed that if she poured all her love into Lu Chenyi, caring for his every need, being the perfect Mrs. Lu, the virtuous wife and supportive partner…
…that one day he would turn back to her, slowly learn to love her.
But she had been wrong. Utterly, ridiculously wrong.
Three years of marriage, countless desperate attempts to draw his attention—tantrums, absurd acts, endless quarrels. Yet none of it worked.
It was time to wake up. To let go of him—and of herself.
Something that was never hers to begin with, no matter how long she held onto it, would never become hers.
After a long, dark silence, she finally sighed indifferently.
“My marriage with him was a grave from the start. It trapped him, and it trapped me. Sooner or later, it was bound to end.”
Su Ying rolled her eyes, muttering in frustration:
“If you can really cut ties with that scumbag, Wen Fu, I’ll finally believe you’ve grown a backbone.”
—-
After three days in the hospital, Wen Fu went through her discharge procedures herself, refusing to let the Lu family’s driver pick her up.
During her hospital stay, her best friend Su Ying had been the one looking after her.
Today, Su Ying happened to be stuck working overtime at her company, so Wen Fu didn’t ask her to come for her discharge.
Feeling much better, she packed her things, called a taxi on her phone—but with rush hour and the hospital entrance, no one picked up her order.
Just then, light rain began to fall from the dim sky.
She hurried to a bus stop for shelter, biting her lip as her beautiful eyes stayed fixed on her phone.
Suddenly, a deep, crisp male voice sounded by her ear.
“Miss Wen, if you don’t mind, I can give you a lift.”
Wen Fu slowly raised her gaze.
Unnoticed, a sleek black Cayenne had stopped in front of her.
The window rolled down, revealing a man’s sharply defined features—handsome, cold, and noble.
He wore a tailored black suit that perfectly framed his tall, powerful frame, his shoulders broad, waist narrow, his entire figure balanced in golden proportion.
His deep, unreadable eyes held a trace of intrigue as he looked at her lazily, lips curved in a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
For a moment, Wen Fu froze.
She had long heard of this crown prince of the capital—arrogant, ruthless, cold and heartless. In business, he was decisive, merciless, and also Lu Chenyi’s deadliest rival.
Several of Lu Chenyi’s projects had failed miserably at his hands, so Wen Fu had always disliked him.
Back then, all she cared about was Lu Chenyi. Anyone who humiliated him was, in her eyes, no good person.
Even though they had met a few times in private, they had never exchanged more than a few words. He always acted above everyone else, never deigning to notice others.
Why would he suddenly act kindly today, offering her a ride?
Her face tightened with polite awkwardness. She forced a faint smile and said calmly:
“No need. Thank you, Mr. Shi. We’re not close.”