Late at night.
In the luxurious Leng family villa in the golden district of City A.
Bai Yiyi wearily looked around the spacious and somewhat dreamlike grand living room, feeling unfamiliar and heartbroken.
Home!
This was the home she and Leng Yuntian had lived in for a year.
A hint of resignation appeared on Bai Yiyi's lips.
She put away today's newspaper, where her husband Leng Yuntian was embracing a beautiful woman.
Such gossip news would appear from time to time in newspapers, magazines, and even on television.
Bai Yiyi was already used to it.
She leaned powerlessly against the sofa, hugging her legs, her gaze becoming unfocused as a trickle of icy liquid unconsciously slid down her cheek.
Outside the door, she heard the all-too-familiar but deeply unsettling dull footsteps.
Bai Yiyi quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
He had said he hated it most when women cried.
If he saw her crying, he would be unhappy again.
Bai Yiyi couldn't help but straighten her back.
The door opened.
The living room suddenly became quiet, so quiet that she could hear his slightly ragged breathing.
Bai Yiyi turned her head and saw that handsome, arrogant, yet unusually cold face, with a slight hint of intoxication in his chilly eyes.
He had been drinking again.
Bai Yiyi couldn't help but tremble with fear.
Although he has been her husband for a year, he feels like a guest in this household.
His arrivals are always uncertain, and each time he comes, it is a physical and psychological ordeal for Bai Yiyi. When he is drunk, he takes this ordeal against Bai Yiyi to the extreme.
His return makes Bai Yiyi feel a chill rising from the depths of her heart in July.
'You...you're back?' Bai Yiyi asked timidly.
Leng Yuntian frowned without answering.
He gracefully kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular, tanned chest.
'Come here!' Leng Yuntian seemed dissatisfied as he looked at Bai Yiyi, still frozen on the sofa. 'Can't you see your husband is back?'
Yiyi stood up and approached him hesitantly.
Before she could get close enough, he pulled her into a tight embrace.
Clutched tightly against his chest, she could smell the fragrance that couldn't be masked by the alcohol on his breath.
Bai Yiyi bit her lip, her heart pierced with pain.
The newspaper said that woman Mu Yanxi had been getting very close to Leng Yuntian lately. Ironically, she was Bai Yiyi's college classmate, and they used to be on good terms. Bai Yiyi had heard that Mu Yanxi had an immeasurable political background.
He took her to various important occasions, making Bai Yiyi feel that Mu Yanxi should be Leng Yuntian's proper woman, while she herself was just a joke.
The wife guarded an empty home, while the husband flew flags elsewhere.
Bai Yiyi recalled the image of that woman snuggling up to her husband, their intimate photos taking up nearly half a page in the newspaper.
Bai Yiyi was no puppet; seeing those made her feel suffocated with pain. Yet she had never argued or made a fuss in front of Leng Yuntian.
Not because she didn't dare, but because she had self-awareness: this marriage was nothing but an empty shell for both of them.
She, as his wife, could be fired at any moment if he lost his temper.
On the day Leng Yuntian married her, he had said bluntly: 'You should understand the reason behind this marriage. Don't expect me to love you, or for you to truly become the wife in my heart. When I've had enough, you can be removed as Mrs. Leng in an instant!'
To this day, his words on their wedding night after getting tipsy were still like scars etched in Bai Yiyi's heart, bleeding at the slightest touch.
So, no matter what he does outside, this wife of his who could be laid off at any time and has no status to speak of, what does she have to complain about?
Seeing White Yi Yi's mind wandering, Leng Yun Tian's lips curved into a cold smile.
Is this woman always so absent-minded?
He didn't care, and his hands began to roam improperly over White Yi Yi's thin nightgown.
Leng Yun Tian's actions towards White Yi Yi were always more than words.
Before White Yi Yi could fully prepare herself, Leng Jing Tian's lips had already domineeringly covered White Yi Yi's lips, greedily attacking and plundering. The silk nightgown on White Yi Yi's body was soon torn to shreds by him.
