Leng Qiankai furiously grabbed his hair: "This is absolute nonsense! She and I are just in a standard superior-subordinate relationship! I swear to the heavens, if I ever did such a thing, may I be struck down by lightning!"
Mrs. Leng folded her arms coldly, standing off to the side, watching this farce unfold.
She could feel her temples throbbing with pain, her head seeming as though it might explode.
She forced herself to stay calm—now was not the time for her to lose control!
Her fingers trembled slightly as she picked up the diary, its pages already yellowed, the handwriting neat and elegant.
As she read the contents, her face grew darker and darker.
She hadn't imagined that Leng Qiankai could ever have been so romantic.
Even with all her self-restraint, she still couldn't suppress the feelings of jealousy that crept in—she was still a woman, and seeing her husband having done so many things with another woman, it was impossible not to feel even the slightest anger.
