She is not Fan Shengmei, but she has been tormented and broken by society!

     I don't know if falling into his arms was destiny.


    My mother passed away when I was six months old. While other children were nestled in their mothers' arms, I could only find traces of my mother in a few faded old photographs.

    After graduating from vocational school, I worked in Wuhan as the CEO's secretary. Our CEO's name was Wenbin.

    Wenbin valued and cared for me greatly. My impression of him gradually changed. He had his own methods at work, and he could always solve problems well. Moreover, he was very talented, often writing poetry. In short, in my eyes, he became a successful man with mature charm.

    A few days after starting work, he took me and the driver to Suzhou and Hunan. Along the way, he told me about his entrepreneurial history, which I greatly admired. He was a rural man with limited education, and it was truly remarkable that he had built his business from scratch. He also told me about his family, saying that his marriage was unhappy, his family couldn't give him warmth, and his current wife was his second wife, but they had no feelings for each other. A successful man with a unhappy marriage—I felt sorry for him.

    One weekend, we went to a tourist area together. He kissed me that day, and we moved in together afterward.

    I enjoyed the material things he provided, navigating the dazzling city lights. My impoverished childhood made me even more reckless in squandering my current happiness.

    One day, a heavily made-up woman stormed into the office. I was reporting to Wenbin as usual when the woman slapped me hard across the face: "You slut, who told you to seduce my husband?" I was stunned, my face burning, speechless.

    "Xiaomei, what are you doing here?" Wenbin pulled the woman's hand away. "Get out of my way!" Xiaomei pounced on me, grabbing my neck: "You homewrecker, you vixen! With such a pretty face, why did you seduce my husband? Tell me, did you pay Wenbin to get it done?" I couldn't breathe. Wenbin tried to hold onto his wife, but he was no match for a crazed woman. "Tell me! Tell me! Did you use Wenbin's money to get this done? You have such a vixen face!" The woman shook my head, and I couldn't break free.

    "Tell me, I'll tell you!" I finally caught my breath. "Yes, it was Wenbin's money! Clothes, shoes, plastic surgery—all Wenbin's money! The clothes and shoes were all bought from designer stores, the plastic surgery was done at Shangmei, I spend Wenbin's money every day, you old woman!"

    After shouting this, tears streamed down my face, and this relationship ended with this farce. I left Wuhan and went to Beijing alone. The city was so big, but I didn't know where I was going.

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