In the sweltering heat of July, the scorching sun baked the asphalt roads, and even the lush plane trees lining the streets seemed to droop under the oppressive heat.

Tang Yin’ning walked with a smile on her face, clutching a gift box in her hands. Inside was the anniversary present she had carefully chosen for her husband, Chen Bojun—a Rolex Sky-Dweller watch.

The watch, worth fifty thousand yuan, was indeed a fine piece. Its outer bezel was crafted from white gold, and its hands moved with precision down to the millisecond. It had cost her nearly half a year’s earnings from her flower shop, but she believed it was worth every penny.

To stock up her shop, Tang Yin’ning had flown to Jiangyi City to personally visit the flower nurseries. She had been working tirelessly for almost a week, barely finding time to rest. But she had rushed back on the earliest flight, eager to surprise Chen Bojun and spend this special day together.

Her heart brimmed with joy as she stepped into the elevator of their apartment complex, wearing a soft beige dress. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud of happiness, surrounded by a haze of pink bubbles.

With the gift box in one hand and her keys in the other, she gently pushed open the door with a soft *click*. The living room was empty, but an unfamiliar scent of perfume lingered in the air, instantly putting her on edge. Without bothering to change her shoes, she set the gift box on the coffee table and cautiously made her way further into the apartment.

As she paused outside the study, she heard faint murmurs coming from the bedroom across the hall.

“Honey, I’ve been staying here for two or three days now, and I’m starting to feel uneasy. Shouldn’t we go back to my place?” The woman’s voice was soft and tender, with a hint of youthful innocence.

“Just wait a couple more days. That old hag won’t be back for a while anyway. I’ve already asked my secretary to buy you a new place,” Chen Bojun replied, his voice dripping with affection. He wrapped an arm around the woman’s slender waist and planted a light kiss on her lips, chuckling softly.

Tang Yin’ning stood frozen in place, her hands trembling and her eyes welling up with tears that threatened to spill over.

*Old hag?* Was he talking about her?

Inside the room, the two were completely oblivious to her presence, lost in their own world of passion and intimacy.

“Honey, you’re really buying me a house? You’re the best! I actually really like this place—the decor is exactly my style!” the woman cooed.

"If you like it, I'll have the designer decorate our new place the same way," came the voice from inside the room.

"I love you so much, hubby~~~ Mwah~~~"

Tang Yin'ning stood frozen outside the bedroom door, her heart sinking with each endearing term they exchanged. *He's her husband now? Then what am I?* The realization that they were planning to buy a place together and move in, while she remained oblivious, cut deep.

The door was slightly ajar, but Tang Yin'ning couldn't summon the courage to push it open. Inside, their flirtatious banter grew increasingly explicit, each word a dagger to her heart. She bit down hard on her lip, determined not to let her sobs escape.

Her hands trembling, she fumbled in her bag for her phone, determined to capture this betrayal. Chen Bojun had humiliated her, and she wasn't about to let him off easy. It was a testament to her composure—perhaps honed from years of working as an accountant—that she could still think clearly in this moment.

Inside the room, Ji Qian nestled in Chen Bojun's arms, doing her utmost to please him. "When I graduate, can I work at your company? I'll be your secretary!" she cooed.

Chen Bojun, clearly enjoying the attention, closed his eyes and murmured, "Sure."

Encouraged by his response, Ji Qian redoubled her efforts.

Tang Yin'ning could bear it no longer. She adjusted her phone's camera settings, pushed the door open, and snapped several photos of the revolting pair on the bed.

The blinding flash and the sharp *click* of the camera startled Chen Bojun. He reacted instantly, grabbing a pillow from the bed and hurling it at Tang Yin'ning.

The pillow struck her, and her phone clattered to the floor, the screen shattering into pieces.

"Yin'ning, what the hell are you doing?" Chen Bojun roared, his face flushed with a mix of anger and shame as he recognized the figure standing by the bed.

Even if he no longer loved her, it didn’t mean he wanted to appear so utterly humiliated in front of her.

“You’ve got the guts to cheat, but not the guts to let me see it?” Tang Yin’s tears streamed down her face, her voice trembling and choked with emotion, teetering on the edge of a breakdown.

“What are you talking about?” Chen Bojun hastily grabbed a bathrobe and wrapped it around himself before getting out of bed. He stepped forward, reaching out to grab Tang Yin’s arm.

Tang Yin recoiled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her eyes filled with disdain as she glared at him. “Don’t touch me! You’re disgusting!”

Chen Bojun’s hand froze mid-air, and the atmosphere instantly turned awkward.

“Sister Tang, Bojun and I are truly in love. Please, just let us be together.” Ji Qian’s sweet, delicate voice broke the silence. She had already slipped into Tang Yin’s silk nightgown, the fabric clinging to her curvaceous figure.

Tang Yin stared at her own nightgown now adorning Ji Qian’s body, then at the bed she had shared with Chen Bojun, now tainted by the two of them. The used condom on the floor only added to the nausea churning in her stomach. She felt like she might vomit, but nothing came up.

This unfamiliar woman was undeniably beautiful, with a seductive charm that could easily ensnare anyone. But that was no excuse for seducing someone else’s husband.

“Wearing my clothes, sleeping with my man—feels pretty good, doesn’t it, little girl?” Tang Yin suppressed her disgust, her gaze fixed on Ji Qian. Her tears had already dried up. For a man like Chen Bojun, it wasn’t worth crying over.

“Yin, listen to me, it’s not what you think!” Chen Bojun was panicking now. Tang Yin’s calm demeanor was far more terrifying than any outburst. He would have preferred her to throw a tantrum, to cry and scream—anything but this icy composure.

“Don’t bother explaining to me. Save it for your mother. I texted her before I opened the door.”

Tang Yin’s cold eyes bore into Chen Bojun as she struggled to keep her emotions in check. “You’ve got ten minutes to clean up and meet me in the living room. I’ll be drafting the divorce papers.”

With that, Tang Yin turned and slammed the door behind her. The moment it shut, her legs gave way, and she leaned against the wall, gasping for air. She felt like she would suffocate if she stayed in that room a second longer.

Her steps were unsteady as she made her way to the living room, collapsing onto the sofa. Her eyes fell on the beautifully wrapped gift box on the table, now a cruel joke.

Just as she picked it up, ready to hurl it to the ground, she heard the sound of the door unlocking. Hastily, she wiped her tears with her sleeve, took a deep breath, and stood up. Turning to the door, she greeted the woman who had just entered.

“Mother-in-law, you’re here.”