Summary
In the third year of our marriage, the pretty little bird my husband kept outside appeared before me.
The young girl looked at me in a panic, like an innocent princess from a fairy tale.
I took a sip of soup and calmly invited her to leave.
Upstairs, Song Zhou leaned against the railing, strolling leisurely. When his eyes met mine, he smiled nonchalantly:
“Yangyang.”
“Maybe you should give it a try too.”
“Young and beautiful people really are different.”
I knew he was only teasing, knew he always liked to trample on others’ dignity.
So I simply lowered my head and smiled.
Song Zhou didn’t know that I played even bigger than he did.
I hooked up with none other than the Crown Prince of the Beijing Circle.