When Wen Nuan was tidying up the room, she realized that Ye Ningyuan had actually forgotten to take his briefcase with him. In the past, Wen Nuan would rarely go through her husband's bag, but this time, she suddenly had the thought of looking through it. Without hesitation, she unzipped the briefcase. There were some documents and a few photos inside, all of which were family photos at different times. For a man to be able to keep photos of his wife and children by his side, it was obvious that he was a family member. Wen Nuan was slightly gratified. When she opened the compartment of the bag, her calm heart was suddenly tugged.
Wen Nuan opened the compartment of the briefcase and made an important discovery. She was surprised to see a SIM card and a silver earring. The workmanship was exquisite and the style was particularly trendy. It looked like it was worn by a girl in her twenties who pursued fashion. Wen Nuan was sure that the earring was definitely not hers. If it was not hers, then whose was it? Moreover, it was in her man's bag, so it was obvious that they had a special relationship. Wen Nuan held the earring for a long time and did not react. Her hand trembled slightly, and the earring fell to the ground with a crisp sound. However, Wen Nuan did not immediately call Ye Ningyuan to ask what was wrong with the earring. Instead, she calmly picked it up from the ground and walked to the bathroom to throw it into the sewer. She turned on the faucet, and the earring disappeared without a trace with a burst of running water. When Wen Nuan looked up and saw the pain between her brows in the mirror, she quickly retracted her gaze.
Wen Nuan inserted the SIM card into her phone. As soon as she turned it on, she opened her inbox and saw that it was filled with messages from a person. The number was extremely familiar to Wen Nuan. Although she did not know the owner of the number, the string of numbers had long been imprinted in her heart. Every time she thought about it, it would hurt. Now that the string of numbers was so real in front of her eyes, she suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain. Unknowingly, tears had blurred her vision. Wen Nuan felt as if the world was spinning around her as she read the text. Her hands trembled, and her phone almost fell to the ground. She clenched it tightly, and with tears streaming down her face, she deleted all the text messages from both parties, leaving no trace. When she was done, Wen Nuan was already in tears. She put the SIM card back in its original position and put in her earrings. At the same time, she found an receipt. She picked it up and was stunned. This receipt was actually from Ye Ningyuan when he went to the provincial capital before Valentine's Day. It turned out that the necklace he gave her on Valentine's Day was not the only one. She had shared this joy with another woman on the same day. Wen Nuan did not expect her man to be like this. At this moment, she really wanted to cry out loud and vent all the grievances in her heart, but she could only let her tears fall.
Even though Wen Nuan was heartbroken, she didn't call Ye Ningyuan to question him, let alone call her love rival. Even though she could recite the other party's number backwards, Wen Nuan didn't want to confront that shameless woman. She also didn't want to know who the other party was. She always felt that the vixen had come in because the fence of her house wasn't tight. If she had taken care of her man, how could an outsider steal him? Many women would throw a tantrum when their men betrayed them, turning themselves into shrews. Wen Nuan didn't want that to happen. She knew that this would only drive her man further and further away. She should use gentleness to melt her man. She couldn't compare to a mistress in terms of youth and beauty, so she should compare to a mistress in terms of gentleness, virtue, elegance, and dignity. Moreover, she still had the daughter that Ye Ningyuan cared about the most. It was not easy for them to have this daughter back then. He knew it, and Ye Ningyuan knew it even better. Wen Nuan zipped up the briefcase and put it back in its original place. She wanted to remain calm and quiet.
After Wen Nuan wiped her tears, she went to the bathroom to wash her face. She turned the tap to the maximum, hoping that she could block out the sound of heartache in the running water. She believed that it was still painful, and the sound of pain still echoed in her ears. Wen Nuan's tears flowed like a fountain again in the running water. The running water and tears fused together, and the tears instantly shattered under the washing of the running water, as if her heart was also being torn apart.
Wen Nuan returned from the bathroom after a long time. She sat in front of the dressing table and looked into the mirror. Wen Nuan looked at herself in the mirror and felt her heart ache. She was now over thirty years old and her youth was gone. Ten years of marriage had wasted all of her youth. Seeing her man go from low to successful, she thought she would get better and better, but the man was tired of her. He had found someone better outside. That woman might not be as gentle as her. She wasn't as successful, elegant, or beautiful as him, but she had something that he couldn't compare to, which was youth and vitality. At this moment, Wen Nuan finally understood what it meant to be the one who planted the tree, and the one who planted the tree. She was the one who planted the tree, and the mistress was the one who enjoyed the shade under the tree. If her man wasn't the deputy chief, but just a coolie, would the young mistress stick to him? Would her man ignore his wife and children to pursue that so-called passion and excitement? This world is too unfair to women.
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