Chapter 1

A B*tch Who Doesn’t Stick to the Way of a Woman

On the hotel bed, Meng Nianyao slowly opened her eyes. The chandelier on the ceiling swayed, and the messy images from last night rushed into her mind… One glass after another of wine, a tall stranger, and the unfamiliar feeling of his body…

Meng Nianyao’s face paled at a visible rate. Her pupils widened, and before she could react, she heard the hotel door being pushed open. Immediately after, her mother-in-law, Wang Shulan, said in a sharp and vicious voice, “Meng Nianyao, you shameless thing!”

Wang Shulan slapped Meng Nianyao hard and pulled the blanket away.

Meng Nianyao frantically covered her body with her hands and said in a trembling voice, “No… Mom, it’s not like that… It’s not what you see…”

Wang Shulan kept whipping Meng Nianyao and even spat on her. “B*tch! You still want to quibble! I didn’t agree when I married you, but Haotian insisted on marrying you! So be it! After so many years, she couldn’t even give birth to a child!

Now, she still dared to look for a wild man outside! Divorce! I’ll call Haotian now and ask him to come back and divorce you! Let him see your true colors, you little slut!”

Meng Nianyao’s mind went blank. Everything in front of her was like a nightmare. She couldn’t think properly. She was beaten, scolded, and spat on, but she didn’t react until Wang Shulan took out her phone. She quickly went over and grabbed it. “Mom, I beg you, don’t call Jiaqi…”

“Let go!” Wang Shulan pried Meng Nianyao’s hand away in disgust and kicked her in the stomach. “Won’t let Haotian come back? Do you still want to continue cuckolding him? I’m already giving you face by coming here alone today! Stop me again, and I’ll drag you out to the streets and let everyone see you, you shameless b * tch!”

After saying that, Wang Shulan left with a face full of disgust.

Meng Nianyao knelt on the bed and watched as Wang Shulan left. Tears flowed down her face. “No… It’s not like that…” She reached out and hugged herself. Yesterday, Meng Haotian’s cousin, Jiang Shanshan, asked her out to go shopping. After buying something, the two of them found a restaurant to eat and even opened a bottle of red wine. After that, she got drunk, and Jiang Shanshan seemed to have drunk too much… Why would she…

Meng Nianyao’s mind was a mess. She tried hard to figure out what went wrong, but she couldn’t remember anything. Finally, she slapped herself. “Meng Nianyao! What have you done!”

After a long time, Meng Nianyao finally calmed down. She didn’t cheat on him. She wanted to explain to Meng Haotian that she loved him so much and didn’t want a divorce…

Meng Nianyao forced herself to stand up, but the moment she did, her emotions that she had recovered with great difficulty almost collapsed again. She held back her tears and bit her lip. She went to the bathroom to clean herself, changed into yesterday’s clothes, and staggered out of the hotel.

The streets were crowded with people. Meng Nianyao didn’t know where to go for a moment. She paused for a long time before she remembered to take out her phone. Her phone was turned off. Meng Nianyao stared at it for a while before pressing the power button.

Unexpectedly, there was no notification.

Meng Nianyao’s hands were trembling. She wondered if Meng Haotian already knew what happened last night. Did Wang Shulan tell him what she did? Did he not want her anymore? So he didn’t even want to call me?

Just as Meng Nianyao was at a loss for what to do, her phone vibrated twice. She hurriedly looked over and saw that it was a message from Jiang Shanshan. “Come to Ocean Blue Hotel, Room 1001.”

Meng Nianyao had just finished reading when her phone vibrated again. Jiang Shanshan sent another message. “Right, are you looking for Haotian? He’s here too.”

Meng Nianyao didn’t think too much about it and hailed a taxi, heading straight for the Aquamarine Hotel.

Meng Nianyao was about to knock on Room 1001’s door when it opened a crack. Meng Nianyao was stunned. Just as she was about to push the door open, she heard two familiar voices.

“Haotian… Haotian, who do you think is better, me or Meng Nianyao?” Jiang Shanshan asked coquettishly.

“Of course it’s you, baby.” Meng Haotian sneered as he rammed upwards. “Meng Nianyao is cold and boring. We’ve been married for two years, but she didn’t let me get close to her.”

Jiang Shanshan leaned on Meng Haotian and asked, “But she slept with an old, ugly, and sick man last night. Aren’t you jealous at all?”

“Of course not,” Meng Haotian said. “If I were jealous, would I agree to your suggestion of sending her to an old man’s bed?”