Nancheng was famous for its flowers, and during this season, the streets were lined with vibrant summer blooms. Wen Yang stood still, a trace of confusion in her expression, unsure of where to go. A city bus stopped in front of her, and a few scattered passengers boarded. Wen Yang looked up and followed suit. It was a double-decker bus.
She went upstairs and sat in the last row, where she was the only one on the second level.
When she had first followed Cheng Yanyu to Nancheng, she had been delighted. She loved the flowers, the romance of the city. Unlike the more technologically advanced Licheng, Nancheng was more livable and suited for a peaceful life.
She had once fantasized about having children, taking them to and from school, strolling through this beautiful city’s streets, and growing old with Cheng Yanyu, supporting each other through life.
But now, while the sky was still blue, the flowers still vibrant, and the city’s romance still palpable, her relationship with Cheng Yanyu had fallen apart.
She had sought out Fu Xingzhou with a vague intent of revenge against Li Man, hoping to see their relationship crumble as hers had. Yet Fu Xingzhou had been so composed, his words even protective of Li Man.
She had hoped Fu Xingzhou would persuade Li Man. If he did, and if Li Man stopped provoking Cheng Yanyu, maybe she and Cheng Yanyu could return to their past life.
But would their relationship ever return to how they were?
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Cheng Yanyu’s heart clenched. He suppressed his unease and said, “Okay, come back soon. Let’s talk.”
“Mm.”
She hung up. The city bus still had ten minutes before reaching their residential area, but the rain came pouring down without waiting. Wen Yang stood, intending to go downstairs, but she was already drenched before she could make it to the lower level. Each step was soaked in water. She clung to the railing for a few seconds, then decided to sit back down. The icy rain pelted her face, trickling down and soaking her dress. Alone on the second level, beneath the dark clouds, it felt as though she was the only person left in the world.
When the bus arrived at the stop, Wen Yang descended the stairs. There weren’t many people on the lower level, but some had just boarded and folded their umbrellas. When they saw her, they looked at her in surprise. Even the driver turned to glance back from his seat.
They probably hadn’t expected anyone to be upstairs.
Lowering her head, Wen Yang stepped off the bus, entered the residential area, and went upstairs. As she exited the elevator, the door to their home opened. Cheng Yanyu stepped out, holding a large umbrella.
Their eyes met.
Seeing her state, Cheng Yanyu froze in shock. His lips parted, but he said nothing. Setting the umbrella aside, he turned and rushed back inside, returning with a large towel.
Wen Yang entered, closing the door behind her. She changed her shoes as Cheng Yanyu draped the towel over her and began drying her hair. Wen Yang reached up, stopping his movements. Cheng Yanyu shifted to wipe her shoulders and arms instead.
She looked up at him calmly. “Let’s get a divorce.”
Cheng Yanyu’s movements halted. His eyes filled with pleading.
Wen Yang met his gaze steadily. “Cheng Yanyu, I’ve thought it over a lot. I can’t go on anymore. Between you and her—even if it was just once, I can’t accept it. I’ve seen the messages you sent her, how restrained and careful you were. You said you couldn’t control your feelings for her. You even said you wished you had met her sooner. Is that what you wanted? To meet her before you met me, so you’ll be both unmarried and you could be with her instead?”
Cheng Yanyu instinctively gripped her shoulders tighter. His eyes reddened, and he shook his head. “No, those weren’t my true feelings.”
“Not true? Can you honestly say you didn’t fall for her?”
Cheng Yanyu fell silent.
His only redeeming quality, perhaps, was that he never lied. His emotions were so transparent that Wen Yang could sense every change. He was at fault, but not irredeemable.
Lowering his head, Cheng Yanyu said, “I admit, some people are like the moon in the sky—just…” His chest ached. “But for me, it was just a dream, one I’ll wake from.”
“Wen Yang, I love you. I really do.”
“But I don’t love you anymore, Cheng Yanyu. From the moment you betrayed me, I stopped loving you.” Her eyes were calm, even as they filled with tears. “You broke your vows, betrayed every promise you made to me. Why should I accept someone who fell for another but now wants to return to the family?”
Cheng Yanyu’s eyes reddened, brimming with anguish.
Wen Yang lifted her head. “Let’s divorce. We don’t need to tell our parents for now. As for the division of marital assets, we can handle it over the next few days. I won’t take back the money I invested in the company, and you can continue depositing into my account as before.”
“Wen Yang! Wife!”
Cheng Yanyu’s knees weakened, and he sank to the floor on one knee, gripping her arms tightly. Wen Yang crouched down with him, saying, “Let’s part on good terms.”
Cheng Yanyu looked up, gazing at her face.
Memories came flooding back.
The first time he saw her, she had been sitting by a window, flipping through a book. Sunlight spilled over her face as she brushed a strand of hair aside and smiled faintly—a smile born from a delightful moment in her book, dimples showing. He had been standing by the bookshelf, unable to look away.
Later, when her pen rolled off the desk, he caught it, handed it back to her. She turned her head, looked a little surprised. She stretched out her hand to take it, and said thank you and their eyes met.
That single glance felt eternal.
Wen Yang, too, recalled countless moments—the first time he gave her flowers, the teasing laughter of their friends, her blushing face under the tree. The memories were vivid, yet thinking of them now only deepened the pain.
So, it was better to stop here.
Before she hated him too much.
Since deciding to divorce, the atmosphere between them had become unusually quiet, as had the house.
Cheng Yanyu temporarily moved out to stay at the office. Wen Yang returned to her hotel, took a hot shower, and sat down to dry her hair. It was only then that she noticed missed calls from Yu Qing, realizing she had forgotten to return them.
She picked up the phone and answered.
Yu Qing immediately exclaimed in concern, “Why did it take you so long to answer the phone? What were you doing? Don’t tell me you actually went to meet Fu Xingzhou alone?”
Leaning back on the sofa, Wen Yang replied softly, “I did.”
Yu Qing wasn’t entirely surprised but quickly asked, “How did it go? What did he say? His wife gave him such a huge humiliation. He must be furious, right?”
Wen Yang answered calmly, “Not really. He didn’t even believe me at first and wasn’t planning to meet me.”
Yu Qing thought for a moment. “That’s understandable. Considering his status, he wouldn’t believe just anyone, and besides, Li Man is his wife. Naturally, he’d protect her.”
Wen Yang acknowledged with a quiet hum.
But none of that mattered anymore. She told Yu Qing, “I’ve decided to divorce Cheng Yanyu.”
Yu Qing, who had been about to ask more questions about the meeting, was stunned silent by the sudden revelation. After a long pause, she finally asked, “Are you sure?”
Wen Yang nodded firmly. “I’m sure.”
Yu Qing was momentarily at a loss for words.
She knew how deeply Wen Yang and Cheng Yanyu’s relationship had once run. Wen Yang, being gentle by nature, might have chosen to endure the pain and stay together. Divorce was the most drastic decision she could make.
Setting down the towel she’d been holding, Wen Yang continued, “I’ve thought about whether I could carry on as if nothing happened. Initially, I approached Fu Xingzhou hoping he would talk sense into his wife. I believed that without Li Man’s interference, Cheng Yanyu might return to our family, and we could go back to how things were. But then I realized—I couldn’t. His heart isn’t entirely mine anymore.”
“Every time I think about it, it hurts. This will always be a wound, a scar that will reopen whenever it’s mentioned or remembered. Neither of us will ever be okay, especially me. I no longer trust him.”
“He dared to leave his phone without a password I didn’t know, dared to keep chat records, because he trusted me never to check. I used to trust him completely, just as I was completely open with him. But going forward, I know I’ll never be able to do that again. So… divorce is for the best.”
Yu Qing was silent for a few seconds.
“I would’ve made the same decision if I were in your shoes.”
Wen Yang gave a bitter smile.
“I did consider staying together, especially this morning when I got a call from my mother-in-law. I thought about how I might never find another family or man as good as this.”
“Your mother-in-law is indeed wonderful, no doubt about that. But have you considered this: Li Man is married now, and yet Cheng Yanyu was still drawn to her. What if she hadn’t been married? The pain you’d be suffering now would only be greater.”
Wen Yang’s eyes reddened again.
That was what hurt the most.
At that moment, Yu Qing wished she could embrace Wen Yang. “I’ll come over after I finish working late tonight,” she said.
Wen Yang agreed.
After hanging up the phone, Wen Yang realized her hair was still damp. She picked up the towel again and continued drying it. The curtains in the hotel room remained drawn, leaving the space dimly lit. She recalled how Cheng Yanyu had described Li Man.
The “bright moon.”
What kind of bright moon could that be?
Almost unconsciously, she opened Li Man’s social media profile.
Since that day, Li Man had only posted once—a picture of her morning jog with a shepherd dog. The post featured the dog, its leash, and a pair of running shoes paired with tight yoga pants.
Wen Yang stared at the post for a while, then casually searched for information about “Mengbai Jewelry,” the brand Li Man had founded. It had won several prestigious design awards, and one of its jewelry sets had sold for an astronomical price. Moreover, Mengbai had strict requirements for its clientele; not everyone could purchase its designs. Online, people speculated about Li Man’s background. She was reportedly from a modest middle-class family but had achieved financial freedom through her own efforts and further elevated her status by marrying Fu Xingzhou.
Her brilliance was undeniable. Many even commented that, despite her stunningly beautiful face, she didn’t depend on men but instead created a jewelry empire of her own.
This was the “bright moon” in Cheng Yanyu’s eyes.
Compared to her, Wen Yang thought bitterly, she truly was nothing.
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Divorce is not a easy choice. Even when you are the victim in the story you will be deeply affected by it. It doesn’t matter if you have children or not, everyone .. the in-laws too.
More than the cheating, the thing that breake my heart more about this is the fact that she’s slowly having insecurities about herself. No babe, you are already perfect. You were caring, gentle, supportive. It was him who wasn’t contented.
Exactly..btu that can’t be helped. No matter how successful and independent you’ve been…when you’re being cheated on, especially by a man who once adored you and treated you like the apple of his eyes…you’re gonna have a confidence crisis.
You’d be asking why you’re not enough. What does the mistress have that ylu can’t give him.
Is she younger, prettier…if you’re a strong lady, is she more gentle..virtuous, attentive? If you’re homemaker..is she more resourceful, and and and.
It will take a while until you realise that it’s never on you.
Sure you may have a role whatever small it is, when a relationship crumble…but it’s still never you at fault when your spouse cheated…
Cos when such things happen…no matter how good you are, he’s just drawn to the others for any reason, your qualification doesn’t matter.
Yeah…she was just impulsive when she met mr Fu. She knew well that the problem lies on her husband too, and she wouldn’t be able to hold him back after seeing how he feels about Li Man.
It’s just meaningless.
Li Man is married,and to a man at Fu’s level, but it didn’t even stop him.
He didn’t even remember that Fu family could destroy him and his business completely just for the sake of his ego & reputation alone.
Whether he’d divorce Li Man or not is not the point, but he could still punish Yanyu anyway for covetting his woman and put the reputation of his company on the risk.
Scandal means more to him than to Cheng family, it’s not surprising that his first instinct is tk protect his wife.
But Fu was double standard by telling those to Wen yan.
Yes, if he loved her enough, he wouldn’t cheat..but that goes thw same way with his wife.
If he took care his wife better, she might not feel that thirsty with men. Cheng yanyu is way below him afterall.
It’s not like Fu is an ugly fat rich old man nor he is someone lecherous with so many mistress.
But Li man apparently doesn’t think that her husband is enough for her. She still risks that much to play around and get laid carelessly.
She doesn’t put her husband’s face in her mind at all.