Does it really matter whether we live together or not? Shouldn’t her main concern be getting that house?
But honestly, I just wanted to watch her put on a show and threaten to jump.
When I made a scene back then, Chen Ming said I “looked ridiculous.”
Her performance was spectacular. I have no idea where she found so many onlookers. She started pressing Chen Ming to marry her, threatening to jump if he refused.
She cried so hard her makeup ran. I couldn’t help but wonder: if you’re about to jump off a building, why bother with makeup? Are you trying to impress the ghosts?
Now she looked worse than a ghost.
Damn, I miscalculated. I got a house, but I might lose my marriage. Not a good trade-off.
I forgot that in the past two years, Chen Ming has spoiled Meiling rotten. He can’t go home, he can’t sleep with me.
This is the difference between being loved and not being loved. I really overestimated myself.
Chen Ming and I rushed to the rooftop. As Meiling bargained with him, I didn’t hesitate—I ran straight toward her.
She didn’t really want to die, but if she succeeded in threatening him, my marriage would be over. And that meant my financial security would be gone too.
This was only the second step of my revenge. There were still the third and fourth steps to come—it wasn’t time for the curtain to fall yet.
Her attention was all on Chen Ming. She didn’t expect me to rush over so fast. Before she could say “Don’t come any closer,” I grabbed her tightly and pushed her into Chen Ming’s arms.
“Take care of your woman. Give in to her a little,” I said.
Chen Ming frowned, his face dark. “Who told you to run over? That was dangerous.”
Shouldn’t he have been worried about his little mistress?
I rolled my eyes and said, slowly and clearly, “Don’t you remember? I did the same thing once.”
He froze, his fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, then suddenly went slack.
I found it almost funny. Because he doesn’t love me anymore, he can’t empathize with me.
But now that the woman he loves most is threatening to jump, he finally understands.
But who cares?
As for Meiling, she didn’t even thank me for saving her. Her mascara smeared all over her eyelids, and she glared at me with burning hatred.
“Why did you save me?” she asked.
I ignored her and walked away.
Looking up at the clouds drifting across the sky, I couldn’t help myself—I leaned over a trash can and vomited. This time, I really disgusted myself.
I discussed with Chen Ming the idea of buying a house near Experimental High School.
It’s one of the top schools in the city. Half the students get in by merit, the other half by living in the right district.
With two kids, buying a house there is a necessity—and a good investment.
This was the third step of my plan.
Chen Ming looked uneasy. That school district is expensive, and we’d just bought a place for my parents.
Asking for nearly another million within two months was a stretch, even for him.
“Chen Ming, what if we sell our current house and use the money to buy the school district property? You can make up the difference if there’s not enough.”
I’d already thought it through: our current home is joint property, but the new one would be in our son’s name.
I’m not a saint. When I loved him, I gave him my all. Now that he’s betrayed me, I want everything back with interest.
Treating marriage as a game of interests makes it a little easier to bear.
Meiling couldn’t say anything about this—after all, I was selling the house we lived in.
Transferring joint property to our son’s name was the fourth step.
To avoid suspicion, I planned to lay low for a while after the house was settled.
The private investigator told me that Meiling’s father had recently come into some money and had taken his mahjong buddies on a trip. The investigator suspected Chen Ming had given him the funds to keep Meiling quiet.
Chapter 07
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