Summary
For three years, I played the part of the perfect husband, yet she never even gave me a second glance. On the day of our divorce, Su Wanqing heard my wild inner monologue: “Finally, freedom! Long-legged sisters at the bar, beautiful college students—here I come!” She suddenly tore up the divorce agreement. “We’re not getting divorced.” I froze on the spot. She leaned in close to my ear, “Still want a nursing student?” Later, she’d often send voice messages late at night: “Assistant Lin, come to my room to fix my computer.” When I stammered that I didn’t know how to fix it, I heard her sneer in her mind: “Don’t play innocent. Weren’t you quite an expert last time when you were fantasizing about me in a nurse uniform?”
Across from me, Su Wanqing’s very presence was a block of ice.