Chapter 784: Chapter 522: The Ex-Wife Against Heaven_2
Chen Jieyu fell silent.
To her, Dean Zhang and his wife had been kind to her and had always taken care of her.
But this woman had not only hurt Zhang Sixing, she had also hurt the elderly couple.
They say grandparents often dote on their grandchildren.
When she had her confinement after giving birth to her children, although she had a nanny, the elderly couple personally cooked and made soup to nourish her body, providing all kinds of care.
“How do you feel about her?” Cheng Zhu asked gossipingly.
“Before, I thought quite highly of her, she seemed like a very literary woman who loved to read. She works in finance, but the books she reads are more artistic,” Chen Jieyu recalled.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Zhu smiled and said no more.
In his previous life, he had indulged in many pleasures, but in this life, for various reasons, he restrained himself much more.
Having indulged in much, he had seen much of the “worldly ways.”
He was well aware that there were many perverse people in this world, with twisted minds and values.
Weren’t there news stories about cases where all four children were not biologically related?
The woman boldly claimed, “Does blood relation really matter?”
As for Zhang’s situation, how should it be put…
If the two children had the same biological father, that would be terrifying.
If the two children did not share the same biological father, that would be even more terrifying.
If the two children couldn’t find a biological father, that would be super terrifying.
Thankfully, it wasn’t so terrifying; both children could find their father, which was truly a cause for celebration.
In Shanghai, inside a partner’s office at Tianyun Capital.
It was now 8 p.m., but Shang Qi, one of the partners at Tianyun Capital, was still working.
He sat in front of the computer, his eyes fixed on the documents on the screen, his expression occasionally showing subtle changes.
His hand, gripping the mouse, would occasionally tighten its grip.
A few minutes later, a woman dressed in office lady attire crawled out from under the desk.
The woman was attractive in a durable way, with a gentle demeanor and very fair skin.
Her demeanor gave off a feeling that she was well-suited for marriage and motherhood.
Then, her practiced swallowing motion confirmed that she was a true “contrast bitch.”
After crawling out, she even took the initiative to seek a kiss from Shang Qi.
“Honey, I want a kiss,” she said, her voice not coquettish but rather having a homely, everyday feel.
“Nuts,” Shang Qi said displeasedly as he glanced at her lips, as if he would kiss her.
Wouldn’t that be eating his own fruits?
Besides, he softly said, “Haven’t I told you that I don’t like being called ‘honey’ anymore?”
“I got used to it over the years,” the gentle woman explained.
When she had a husband before, Shang Qi loved hearing her call him ‘honey,’ but now that she no longer had a husband, the term lost half its charm for him and instead added disgust.
He had previously been the managing director at a venture capital firm in Hang City, where he had started the affair with this woman named Wen Ting.
Their relationship wasn’t exactly a kept situation, it was more of a long-term friends-with-benefits arrangement.
He would often give her money, though not fixed.
Moreover, Shang Qi knew in his heart that she was after more than just money; her family background was also pretty decent, middle-class.
This woman sought thrill, and he often complied willingly.
Later, when she said she was dating someone, Shang Qi couldn’t have cared less.
FWB, huh! It’s a mutual need; why bother about whether she dates?
He had a family of his own too, his principle being fairness.
— Gender equality, right!
They had no possessive desire for each other, only indulging in fleeting pleasures.
When she had a boyfriend, the playability suddenly increased for him.
Like making phone calls.
Later, Wen Ting mentioned she was getting married, and again, Shang Qi couldn’t have cared less.
The day before her wedding, they still had a rendezvous.
She said she was trying to conceive and insisted he not wear protection.
“What if you get pregnant?” Shang Qi asked.
“Let him raise the child,” Wen Ting thought the idea thrilling.
This woman, generally normal in all other respects, was truly mad in this regard.
Besides that, she really was a gentle, literary young woman who loved reading, often deriving various life insights after finishing a book.
Many of her female classmates liked to date rich second-generation men, hoping to marry into wealth.
To this, Wen Ting always scoffed.
On one hand, she knew well that many rich second-generations didn’t have much money themselves.
Also, these people often had very little say at home; saying who they would marry didn’t count at all.
A shotgun marriage held a slight possibility.
And married life was not necessarily as comfortable as one might imagine.
On the other hand, many rich second-generations themselves had played the field; they were clear on whom to settle with and whom to just play with.
They even felt it was more economical, cheaper than fooling around with escorts.
Some girls were just deceiving themselves into thinking they were clever when they were actually foolish.
But indeed, some second-generation officials or children from advanced intellectual families made good prospective partners.
These individuals usually had strict family teachings, little recklessness, fewer experiences, easier to manipulate, and simpler to catch.
The chances of a successful shotgun marriage were also higher.
For decent women, this small group was an excellent target.
Of course, the premise was that you appeared clean and could withstand scrutiny.