In the spacious villa, Jiang Qingtong was on the sofa, holding a marriage certificate in her hand.

Three years ago, when I first met him, I agreed to marry him.

Looking at the photos of the two people on the marriage certificate, and that name that she couldn't bear to look at any longer, Jiang Qingtong didn't feel a shred of happiness in her heart. Instead, her nose was sore and her eyes were wet.

Mr. Li, everyone is saying that Miss Xia is your friend. I wonder what you have to say about that?

"Since you said it's just a rumor, it must not be true."

On the television, the man surrounded by reporters was smiling. As someone beside him grasped his arm, he bowed his head and smiled at them.

The paparazzi on the side, as if they had just caught a major headline, quickly clicked their cameras.

"Mr. Li, you just said these were rumors, so how do you explain your current intimate relationship with Miss Xia?"

The man, who moments ago was smiling, glared at the reporter speaking: "Do I need to explain myself to you?"

His harsh words left the reporter speechless and embarrassed.

"My relationship with Mr. Li is simply that of a boss and an employee. If I have to say there's something else, it's probably that because I'm new here, Mr. Li takes care of me more."

The celebrity speaking, Jiang Qingtong knows. She learned about her from recent entertainment news online. Every time she appears, it's always with Li Yan's name.

Jiang Qingtong felt a tightness in her throat, and impatiently switched off the TV.

When she first heard it from someone who worked for him, that he had someone else outside, she impulsively searched his name online. Then, Li Yan's world of scandals was flung open to her.

B City's youngest billionaire, his company spans all industries. Most importantly, he is a famous golden bachelor. Many people want to be with him, even if it's just to be ***.

Never thought that the person I married would have so many dazzling rings.

Every time I go online, all I see are his business legends and gossip.

Grandmother said that after marriage, one should be faithful to her husband, so she always waited for him to come home obediently. Then, she greeted him with a smile.

But as time went on, I grew weary. Every day spent in this empty mansion, continuing this futile wait, every arrival brought news of him and another woman. This fueled my growing panic. Could it be that he had forgotten? Forgotten that he was married, forgotten that his wife waited for him at home?

But he didn't forget this home, and he would still come back.

However, the life of the two people was bland to the point of being unbearable. There were no quarrels, and the only thing that made Jiang Qingtong feel a little flustered was his sometimes sarcastic and cold gaze, as well as the bitterness that only she knew about.

At that moment, the sound of someone opening the door came. He hurried to greet them.

As expected, Li Yan is back.

A hopeful smile spread across his face, but there was also a hint of nervousness in his heart. He... well, he didn't usually have much of an expression. But as long as he wasn't angry, that was good enough for me.

Gently took his coat and hung it on the hat rack. “Have you eaten yet? I cooked some food for you, I’ll bring it out right now.”

Listening to the attentive questions, Li Yan had no response. His gaze swept across the TV in the living room, and then silently looked at that person, seeming a little embarrassed. Seeing that he didn't answer, she smiled and went to the kitchen.

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