Yuan Yung was puzzled, but the expression on the man’s face confird that she hadn’t misheard—
He really wanted her to read it out loud.
She opened the newspaper, glanced hurriedly, and saw that its contents were all about his tabloid news.
To her, this was a disguised form of "work," so she read it as requested.
"Huo Group’s President Huo Junting arrived late at night at an upscale apartnt in Yujing Bay. Later, he was seen walking arm in arm with a beautiful woman out of the apartnt. The two walked to the parking lot to get a car, appearing to be in a sweet relationship, and couldn’t help but engage in so indescribable actions inside the car."
Below was a blurry photo of them kissing.
"Recently, Mr. Huo has been really busy, sotis with a young star, sotis with a young model, and he doesn’t even spare internet celebrities. Today, he was photographed hand-in-hand with a popular broadcaster shopping, looking inseparable. When they saw the paparazzi, they even waved generously."
Below was a photo of him waving to the paparazzi, looking genuinely happy.
"Soone self-reported that these young stars and internet celebrities are all fake, just Mr. Huo’s distractions to protect her. This young model sure knows how to overrate herself. By exposing herself like this, isn’t she afraid of Mr. Huo’s wrath?"
Below was a selfie of the young model, looking tender and attractive, youthful and beautiful.
"..."
Yuan Yung felt no emotional upheaval reading this, treating it just as an article, not rumors about her husband.
No wonder he hadn’t co ho for three whole months; juggling three won must be exhausting, with no ti to return ho. She truly understood.
"I’m finished reading." Yuan Yung set down the newspaper, looked quietly at the plate in front of her, and asked, "Can I leave now?"
Huo Junting’s eyes were unfathomable, "Yes."
Imdiately, the woman got up and left; the lingering scent inside the room remained for a long ti after she had gone.
Sister-in-law Zhang had been standing there all along. She was of an age to understand so things.
This was simply a case of the king having desires for a goddess who remained indifferent.
The mister rely wanted to make the lady jealous by having her read these newspapers...
Unfortunately, neither her face nor her heart showed the slightest fluctuation.
"Sir, let pour you so more milk!" Sister-in-law Zhang approached.
The man, his face dark, put down his knife and fork, "No appetite."
"Sir—"
"I’m sorry, Sister-in-law Zhang, go about your business. Don’t mind . I’ll head to the office soon."
Saying this, the man loosened his perfectly tied tie and took out a cigarette.
"Sir, smoking is bad for your health, try to cut back," Sister-in-law Zhang reminded him.
He never used to smoke. He started smoking heavily just over a year ago—
"Okay, I know, thank you!"
Sister-in-law Zhang shook her head helplessly and left. When would this couple ever be like normal husbands and wives?
...
Yuan Yung waited with hope for the next day; she got up early to wait outside, fearing she might miss the newspaper delivery man.
Sister-in-law Zhang saw she was wearing too little and brought her a coat to put on.
After a while, seeing her still waiting outside, she went out to persuade, "Madam, co inside! I will inform you when the newspaper delivery arrives."
"Sister-in-law Zhang, why is the old man so late today? Could there have been an accident on the way?"
"That’s unlikely, Madam. You’re overthinking it." Sister-in-law Zhang’s voice was sowhat guilty; she knew what she was waiting for.
But she had already given the letter to the mister. The mister hadn’t allowed her to ntion it to the lady—
Which implied, it wasn’t to be brought up.
Yet she couldn’t persuade the lady to go back indoors.
After standing in the cold wind outside for an hour, Yuan Yung’s frail body finally couldn’t withstand it, soon resulting in a high fever.
Sister-in-law Zhang hurriedly called the man at work, "Sir, the madam is ill."
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