If given the chance to start over, Li Ran wished that none of those things had ever happened, that she had never met Ye Huai.
Li Ran had never imagined that one day she would witness her husband Zhang Fanfan’s infidelity, let alone that his lover would be her own young secretary, Angie.
They had come to Jicheng on a business trip to discuss a partnership. That evening, just after they finished work, Angie made an excuse to return to her room early. Normally, with just the two of them, one hotel room would have been enough. Yet Angie insisted on paying for her own room, which, by coincidence, was right next to Li Ran's.
Li Ran saw it with her own eyes: Zhang Fanfan holding Angie as they entered the room. She stood in the corridor, utterly at a loss. She wanted to believe she was mistaken, but after three years of sharing a bed with this man, she knew she could not be wrong.
Her feet refused to move, her palms grew clammy with sweat, and anxiety gripped her heart. At last, she forced herself to the door and heard hushed voices from within.
"Be gentle… Be careful, your wife is next door. She might hear us," whispered Angie.
"Don’t worry, she’s a heavy sleeper. She won’t hear a thing… I’ve missed you so much," Zhang Fanfan replied.
Laughter followed, light and intimate. Li Ran didn’t need to imagine what they were doing.
Her fingers curled quietly into her palm, then she raised her hand and knocked on their door.
"Who is it?" Angie called out.
"It’s me. I suddenly remembered there’s some work I forgot to mention. Open the door, please," Li Ran replied, doing her best to sound calm.
A moment late