Após Seduzi-lo à Ruína, a Srta. Sang Brilha Sozinha

During a social event, Shaoqin Rong received a message on his phone: “It’s going to get colder tonight. I asked the driver to bring warm clothes over, and there’s a thick blanket in the car as well. Don’t catch a cold, drink less, and try to come home early.”

It was from his wife, Haining Sang.

He was busy with work.

Whenever he wasn’t home by nine in the evening, Haining would send him messages, specially reminding him.

This had become almost a routine in their marriage of over a year.

Even though Shaoqin rarely acknowledged his wife’s messages.

He usually ignored her.

A man with a receding hairline, sharp-eyed, noticed the message and flattered, “That must be a message from Mrs. Rong. Mr. Rong and his wife seem very close.”

As soon as he said this, the private room fell into an awkward silence.

Everyone in Rong Shaoqin’s circle knew he was cold towards his wife.

Otherwise, they would have had a wedding ceremony.

Besides, there was another well-known fact in their social circle: Rong Shaoqin was keeping a woman on the side, a woman he cared deeply about.

The balding man was clearly an outsider.

Unaware of the inside story, he continued talking, “Mrs. Rong is gentle, unlike my tigress of a wife. Whenever I come home late, she bombards me with calls, worried I’m fooling around.”

At this gathering, all the men, including Rong Shaoqin, had stable marriages at home but affairs on the side.

It was an unspoken understanding.

Someone agreed with the balding man, “Checking up means y