What followed was Zhao Louqin, full of confidence, enthusiastically talking about his time with Yixu. Lin Ninghua quickly composed himself and listened on the side.

Two beautiful people—one smiling while speaking to the other, and the other listening attentively.

This scene was truly pleasing to the eye.

So, what did this represent in Zheng Yixu’s eyes? I think it’s obvious without needing to say more.

Lin Ninghua wasn’t as fragile as Zhao Louqin had imagined. He occasionally interjected, ruthlessly exposing Zhao Louqin’s lies.

What does he mean by saying Yixu and him are already so lovey-dovey, sharing French kisses seven or eight times a day? Does he take me for a fool?

What does he mean by saying Yixu hugs a pillow every day, knocking on his bedroom door? If it had really come to that, would Zhao Louqin still be so much of a gentleman as to sleep separately from Yixu?

But even knowing it’s false, it still sounds incredibly harsh to Lin Ninghua.

There’s no smoke without fire.

A lot of it is surely made up, but there must be some truth in there too.

The mix of truth and lies depends on how Lin Ninghua perceives it.

Zhao Louqin’s intention in saying these things was clearly to confuse Lin Ninghua, making it hard for him to discern what’s real and what’s not, forcing him to analyze each of Zhao Louqin’s words.

In doing so, Lin Ninghua’s desire to gloss over everything and pretend it never happened was shattered into pieces.

But things aren’t that simple.

Lin Ninghua, who has been quietly enduring on the sidelines for over a decade, is no longer the naïve, young Lin Ninghua he once was.

In the end, Lin Ninghua launched a decisive counterattack.

“You don’t have to agree to the cooperation. I will visit once or twice every day,” Lin Ninghua said with a smile. “I will make sure both of you see my sincerity and clearly understand my character. Moreover, I can invite some editors to serve as witnesses.”

What Zhao Louqin didn’t expect was that Lin Ninghua’s shamelessness had grown so much.

This was essentially a threat.

And Zhao Louqin believed that Lin Ninghua would absolutely resort to such shameless tactics.

When Lin Ninghua said this, Zhao Louqin was momentarily taken aback.

I underestimated him.

Hmph!

“If you want to bring up other issues, go ahead,” Lin Ninghua had been caught off guard by Zhao Louqin earlier and had temporarily set aside some matters, finding them difficult to accept at the time. But now that he had thought it through, those issues might actually be his opportunity. “I think if everything is laid out, the losses for certain people won’t be small.”

Zhao Louqin’s face turned a shade of green, clearly not expecting that the stone he threw would land on his own foot. He could only retort sarcastically, “Mr. Lin’s shamelessness is truly growing thicker.”

“Not at all. Compared to Minister Zhao, I’m still too inexperienced. Otherwise, why would I have regretted for over a decade?” Lin Ninghua replied with a smile.

“Well, I hope President Lin will give us more guidance,” Zhao Louqin thought for a moment and agreed.

Lin Ninghua’s leverage was simply that Yixu had lost his memory. However, Zhao Louqin was unaware that Yixu and Lin Ninghua were already sharing the same bed.

Since Zhao Louqin was eager to push things, so be it!

Zheng Yixu waited until Zhao Louqin and Lin Ninghua had left before slowly finishing his meal. He made several copies of the video on his phone to avoid accidental loss.

When Zheng Yixu returned, Zhao Louqin was busy preparing dinner.

I must say, the scene was quite warm and inviting.

Zhao Louqin, wearing an apron, skillfully handled the ingredients in the kitchen, stir-frying and plating them with flair. He even added some decorative touches. Under the light, Zhao Louqin’s face was clearly visible. If his fans had seen this scene, they would probably have screamed in excitement.

It’s such a pity that such a wonderful man is actually a scoundrel and belongs to someone else.

Thinking about the video in his hands, Zheng Yixu felt a sense of blockage in his heart. He began to suspect that Zhao Louqin’s actions were insincere.

There was an interesting theory once suggested.

When a husband’s wrongdoing towards his wife remains undiscovered, he may start being especially kind to her for a period of time to alleviate his guilt.

The more Zheng Yixu observed, the more he felt something was off.

Zhao Louqin’s excessive kindness towards him and Zhao Jiusi seemed to be driven by guilt. After all, Zhao Louqin was unable to forget his past lover while simultaneously enjoying the warmth of family life.

To have both fish and bear’s paw—where in the world could such a perfect situation exist?

Zheng Yixu sneered inwardly, pretending as if nothing had happened. He glanced casually at the dishes and stood by, waiting. After Zhao Louqin finished preparing the meal, he added a few more side dishes himself.

“Yixu, where did you have dinner today?” Zhao Louqin asked casually as he removed his apron.

Zheng Yixu tensed up inside, feeling guilty. Fortunately, his mouth was quicker than his mind, and he randomly mentioned a dessert shop’s name.

“The taste was okay; you might want to try it yourself,” Zheng Yixu added, clearly revealing that Zhao Louqin’s love for sweets had been spilled by Zhao Jiusi.

Sure enough, Zhao Louqin brightened up considerably at Zheng Yixu’s suggestion. “Oh, really?”

“…I’m not going to make you suffer. You can eat whatever you want,” Zheng Yixu said helplessly.

“Is that because you’re afraid I’ll get fat and you won’t want me anymore?” Zhao Louqin looked at Zheng Yixu with a hint of sorrow. “When you first saw me in the hospital, your mouth could have fit several eggs…”

*Cough, cough, cough. It’s quite normal!*

Anyone would be worried about their safety if they discovered their so-called husband was a fatso who couldn’t even fit through the door.

Not to mention, there was also a beautiful blond boy claiming to be his son.

Even a genetic mutation couldn’t explain such a situation!

Zheng Yixu grumbled to himself.

After dinner, Zheng Yixu finally discussed the custom plush toy with Zhao Louqin. Zhao Louqin said he would give Zheng Yixu an answer in a few days. At least, this matter was somewhat resolved.

“Custom plush toys… Is it really appropriate to give this to Jiusi at his age?” Zhao Louqin said, expressing some discomfort.

“It’s fine. You’re already this old and still enjoy sweets,” Zheng Yixu countered.

Zheng Yixu made such a good point that Zhao Louqin was left speechless.

When the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam is crooked; he couldn’t even find a stance to argue back.

Alright then, Jiusi would probably be very happy too.

After finishing his meal, Zheng Yixu watched some TV in the living room, casually chatting about random things with Zhao Louqin. Once they were done talking, he naturally returned to his own bedroom.

Although Zhao Louqin secretly wanted to do something, in the end, he lacked the courage despite his desires. He could only silently type a status on Weibo with his phone:

Zhao Louqin V: QAQ Could it be that the computer is really so much more attractive than me? Wife, Zheng Yixu, not Little Sunshine V.

…

The person who snagged the top comment liked the post first and then confidently replied: Of course, the computer is more attractive than you, mwah.

After that, there was a flood of teasing comments, with people saying things like, “If you’re feeling unsatisfied, why not come over to my place for some ‘comfort’?” Of course, there were also many who grabbed their torches, ready to burn them at the stake.

Zhao Louqin scrolled through Weibo for a while, silently shedding tears.

This world has forgotten how to love.

Then, he noticed that Zheng Yixu had shared his post and even liked it.

_(：з」∠)_

Zheng Yixu logged out of Weibo, still with a faint smile on his face.

However, he quickly let the smile fade away.

Hongxin: Why do you think a man can show off his love for you on one hand and still be tangled up with someone else on the other?

Neinei: …Alright, spill it, who hacked your account? My buddy’s pretty broke, don’t even think about it!

Hongxin: Hey, hey!

Neinei: My buddy would never be this poetic and melancholic.

Hongxin: I’m serious. I found evidence that my partner is cheating. But I just can’t understand how he can still act like he’s deeply in love with me.

Neinei: That’s pretty normal, isn’t it? People always want what they don’t have. And you’ve mentioned that your partner is quite a catch, so it’s even more understandable. Even people with fewer options still look for a second spring, let alone someone with good qualities.

Hongxin: But I’m that partner, though.

Neinei: Oh, come on, haven’t you been thinking about divorce for a while now? Or are you feeling too reluctant now?

Hongxin: …Shut up, I’m just having trouble adjusting.

Neinei: If you’re explaining, you’re covering something up. And if you’re covering something up, there’s a story behind it~~~ (^^*)

Hongxin: =口= You know too much. Get lost!

Neinei: Wait, I was just joking~

Hongxin: ╭（╯^╰）╮

Neinei: But seriously, have you ever heard that loving just one person is a bit foolish? Loving two is the minimum, three to five is just right, and ten or eight is when you’re truly carefree. Men are just such twisted and mysterious creatures~~~~~

Zheng Yixu suddenly felt a pain in his knee.

Hongxin: …I’m a one-person kind of guy.

Neinei: Yep, yep, in the face of beauty, all men are “faithful.”

Zheng Yixu thought for a long time and felt that Neinei had a point. If Zhao Louqin were still the same as before, someone who couldn’t even get through the door, he would have been more than happy for Zhao Louqin to ask for a divorce.

But that wasn’t the case.

Zheng Yixu still vividly remembers the shock he felt when Zhao Louqin appeared before him, completely transformed.

Never mind, what’s the point of thinking about it now?

The video is already in hand. All he has to do is wait until Jiusi’s birthday, then lay everything out for Jiusi and leave with him. After that, things will become very simple.

And then there’s Sun Ai…

Zheng Yixu looked down at the number in his phone.

He had maintained contact with Sun Ai, being very clear about what to say and what not to. Sun Ai had also offered help in many areas.

Even though Zheng Yixu knew that her intentions were not pure, he hadn’t directly refused her.

Whether Sun Ai was driven by jealousy, couldn’t stand others’ happiness, or was plotting something behind the scenes, it didn’t really matter to him.

What he cared about was only Zhao Jiusi.

Yes, only Zhao Jiusi.

Just this one… son.