Boyfriend's passive-aggressive behavior, she turns the tables and makes him her backup option.

Lin Tinghan's revenge was too obvious; he went to any lengths to force her to submit.

Si Nian couldn't help but dig her nails into her palm.

Even when she found out that Lin Tinghan had cheated on her and had an illegitimate child, Si Nian had never hated him as much as she did now.

The man who promised her back then that he would protect her for the rest of his life.

It seems that it has long since vanished into thin air with the passage of time.

Si Nian's eyes were red as she suppressed her overwhelming anger.

She forced herself to calm down.

Si Nian then picked up the phone again. The screen had been smashed by her, but after tapping it and swiping a few times, she found that it still worked.

Then I found Zheng Ruochun's contact information.

After dialing the number, Si Nian asked, "Teacher Zheng, is Lin Tinghan in the orchestra right now?"

"Yes, Mr. Lin came to watch today's rehearsal."

"Okay, thank you."

Si Nian drove to the orchestra.

This should have been the time when Lin Tinghan was still at the company.

Unexpectedly, he still had time to accompany Chen Bitong to rehearse.

By the time Si Nian arrived at the orchestra, the rehearsal had already ended.

When Zheng Ruochun saw Si Nian coming over, she said to her, "President Lin is in the lounge. I'll take you there."

"No need to trouble you, just tell me the room number, I can go by myself."

Zheng Ruochun hesitated for a moment, then said, "The room on the third floor, right next to the elevator."

After Si Nian went upstairs, Zheng Ruochun picked up her phone and called Lin Tinghan.

"Mr. Lin, your wife is here to see you. Is it convenient for you to see her now?"

Lin Tinghan didn't answer whether it was convenient or not, but simply said, "I understand."

He leaned back on the sofa, continuing to listen to Chen Bitong playing the cello, her playing slightly rusty.

In terms of cello, it must be admitted that Si Nian is indeed more talented.

However, he did not enjoy listening to Si Nian play the cello.

In his past memories, Si Nian's cello playing was always accompanied by piano sounds that he disliked hearing.

Si Nian and Zhou Huai's duet was perfectly coordinated and showed great chemistry.

Whenever they play, it seems as if everyone is isolated from their own world.

Over time, he came to dislike hearing the sound of the piano.

I also don't like hearing the sound of the cello.

Chen Bitong stopped halfway through.

She spoke with deep concern, "Tinghan, Zhou Huai's score is really difficult. Am I too stupid? If this continues, will I ever have a chance to perform on stage?"

"It's just that the sheet music is too unusual and obscure; it has nothing to do with you."

"Then I'll try again."

Chen Bitong continued playing the violin.

When Si Nian arrived at the lounge, she knocked on the door, but no one answered.

But through the door, she could hear the sound of a cello.

Si Nian patiently continued knocking on the door.

Seeing that the people inside the house still did not respond.

Si Nian tried to open the door herself, but found that the door to the lounge was locked from the inside.

So she could only stand outside.

"Lin Tinghan, are you inside? I need to talk to you."

Chen Bitong stopped. "It looks like Nian Nian?"

Lin Tinghan closed his eyes and said, "Keep pulling."

Chen Bitong slightly curved her lips into a smile as she continued reading Zhou Huai's posthumous work, "Moonlight."

When they reached one section, Si Nian stopped knocking on the door.

This piece of music sounds very familiar.

As I recall, someone seemed to be humming in her ear.

Si Nian's pupils immediately contracted.

It was her brother, Zhou Huai, who had once hummed it in her ear.

Why would Chen Bitong pull Zhou Huai's unpublished works?

Si Nian clenched her fists and pounded on the door.

"Lin Tinghan, open the door!"

"Lin Tinghan!"

Suddenly the tightly closed door was opened, but it wasn't Lin Tinghan who came out to open it, but Chen Bitong.

Chen Bitong blocked the doorway.

"Tinghan is taking a nap. We can talk about it after he wakes up."

Si Nian grabbed Chen Bitong's shoulders, about to push her away.

Chen Bitong suddenly said, "You should have the right attitude when asking for help. If you barge in now, it will only make me and Tinghan angrier, and there will be no other consequences."

Si Nian stared at Chen Bitong.

She slowly withdrew her hand.

Chen Bitong quietly left Si Nian outside the door.

"Be quiet. When Tinghan wants to see you, she will naturally have the opportunity to say what she wants to say."

Si Nian watched as Chen Bitong closed the door again.

She clenched her teeth to keep herself calm.

She can't keep making a scene...

Making a scene will only embarrass her.

And this made Feng He's situation even more difficult.

Chen Bitong glanced at the man with his eyes closed on the sofa.

He continued to sit in the chair opposite him, playing his cello.

Si Nian didn't know how long she had been standing at the door. Just as her legs were starting to go numb, a teasing voice suddenly rang out.

"Listening to his mistress play the violin for his husband, what kind of fetish is that?"

Si Nian didn't even need to turn her head to know that the voice belonged to Xie Jingyao.

Seeing that she didn't move, Xie Jingyao took the initiative to reach out and turn her shoulder.

Si Nian turned around and looked at him.

"Your face has turned pale with anger. You weren't here to enjoy the music, were you?"

"..."

Si Nian remained silent in the face of Xie Jingyao's ridicule.

Not getting a response from the other party, Xie Jingyao also lost patience.

"Are you mute?"

"Mr. Xie, what would you like to hear from me? Would you like to hear more of my thoughts after watching the film?"

"You can beg me." Xie Jingyao suddenly parted his lips, looking down at Si Nian.

"What do you want from me?"

"I can give you a performance spot too."

Si Nian chuckled softly.

Xie Jingyao thought she had come to see Lin Tinghan about her performance.

Seeing that Si Nian remained unmoved, Xie Jingyao narrowed his eyes slightly. "You think it's better to beg him than me?"

"Do you think I care about whether I can perform on stage?"

Xie Jingyao's gaze was scrutinizing. He lifted Si Nian's chin and said to her, "Whatever he can do, I can do too."

Si Nian frowned slightly.

Xie Jingyao retorted, "Don't you believe me?"

Si Nian wasn't skeptical; if the Lin family could do it, the Xie family could not only do it, but do it even better.

There are many wealthy families, but when it comes to the top wealthy families, the Xie family is definitely the first one that comes to mind.

But she knew that Xie Jingyao wouldn't help her out of kindness, much less for no reason.

But a drowning person will desperately grab onto anything they can.

Although Si Nian had little hope, she still said softly, "My mother is in prison. Can you help me get her out?"

Xie Jingyao pushed open the door to the adjacent lounge and gestured for Si Nian to go in and talk.

It's true that matters concerning Feng He shouldn't be discussed in a busy corridor.

After Si Nian followed, Xie Jingyao sat down on the sofa first and lit a cigarette.

He exhaled a puff of smoke and said slowly, "I can fish it out, but what can you give me?"

What do you want?

"Beg me nicely first."

Seeing this, Si Nian lowered her head slightly and said to Xie Jingyao, "I beg you."

"Do you want me to kneel down and beg you?" Si Nian asked, seeing that Xie Jingyao didn't say anything. She pretended to kneel down.

Just as her knees were about to touch the carpet, Xie Jingyao nudged her knees with his foot, causing her to squat down.

Seeing this, Si Nian squatted down beside his legs.

Her eyes were red at the corners, enough to touch even the most hard-hearted person.

"Please, I beg you, help me save my mother."

Xie Jingyao's Adam's apple bobbed as he reached out and cupped Si Nian's cheek.

"Divorce Lin Tinghan and continue being my woman, and I'll help you."