After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Her photo album contains her girlish thoughts.

Because she couldn't take a proper photo with Cen Shichuan, she would occasionally take candid photos of him in the past.

Sometimes she would pretend to take a selfie and include Cen Shichuan in the picture.

Later, the photos were leaked, and Xu Wantang was kicked out of the Xu family. The photo album was never put away.

Today, when she came in, she found that apart from a layer of dust, the room was exactly the same as it was when she left a year ago.

She cleaned it in the afternoon.

Xu Wantang realized she was too close to Cen Shichuan and immediately pulled her hand back.

"What else could be in a photo album besides photos?"

"Wantang, I've neglected you too much before."

Cen Shichuan looked at her, pointed to his own figure in the photo, and his tone was surprisingly doting.

Does he think she has to be grateful for what he says?

You're insane!

Xu Wantang gave a forced smile: "It's just a coincidence, Third Young Master, don't take it to heart."

"Coincidence?" Cen Shichuan raised an eyebrow. "Was it also a coincidence that someone secretly took photos of me and posted them online?"

"Yes."

Xu Wantang would never admit it, no matter what.

Seeing her stubborn expression, Cen Shichuan couldn't help but chuckle: "Alright, coincidence. It's getting late, take a shower and get some rest."

Xu Wantang pursed her lips, glanced in the direction of the bathroom, and her mind began to wander.

Cen Shichuan intentionally reminded her, "I've already had your servants check the bathroom; there's absolutely nothing there that could make you trip."

"Also, I saw your old nightgown in your closet; you don't seem to have worn it."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to the folded slip dress at the foot of the bed.

Although it features cartoon patterns, the colors and styles exude a pure and alluring vibe.

It was a gift from a friend when Xu Wantang was in school.

That was the only close friend she had made in all these years.

However... because Xu Chuxue falsely accused her of stealing, her friend lost the opportunity to be recommended for a university abroad.

They left without even saying goodbye.

As Xu Wantang kept looking for her friends, Xu Chuxue stood smiling in front of her.

"A person like you shouldn't have any friends. You were born to be hated by everyone."

"What's wrong? Are you sad? Then go die."

"Be careful when making friends in the future, oh no, I should say tell your friends to be careful."

From then on, Xu Wantang dared not make any more friends.

She has always carefully kept the pajamas that her friend gave her.

"Wantang, you're so beautiful. Even if you don't want others to see you, can't you at least admire yourself? This is something I saved up to buy. It's sure to suit you perfectly. Don't look down on it."

"I really like it. Thank you."

"Oh, we're all friends, no need to thank me!"

My friend rubs his nose, always smiling so brightly.

Unfortunately, her friend left, and she was unable to help.

Even when she was kicked out, she couldn't take anything with her.

Thinking it over, Xu Wantang snatched the nightgown away and glared angrily at Cen Shichuan.

"Why are you touching my things? These are my things! They don't belong to the Xu family! And they're not tools to curry favor with you!"

"Wantang..."

"What are you pretending for?" Xu Wantang was getting impatient. "Look at this room. Even the Xu family's servants have more space than me. That table is full of Xu Chuxue's favorite foods. Don't you understand what they mean?"

"You all say I stole Xu Chuxue's things, but what did I steal? Tell me! If you're going to accuse me, then I won't..."

"Xu Wantang! Stop talking! Your parents are just having a hard time accepting the loss of Chuxue." Cen Shichuan interrupted Xu Wantang.

"Lost? Lost?" Xu Wantang asked rhetorically.

Cen Shichuan turned his face away, changing the subject: "This dress is still new. Who gave it to you? A man?"

"..."

Xu Wantang was stunned for a moment, then found it ridiculous.

He could clearly see her pain and her situation, but it was not as important as who gave her a dress.

"Whatever," she said indifferently.

"Then wear it. I want to see what other men can give you as gifts," Cen Shichuan said sarcastically.

Xu Wantang didn't want to pay attention to him and wanted to continue arguing, so she simply avoided sharing a bed with him.

But when she turned to open the door, the bodyguard raised his hand to block her.

"Young Madam, it's too late."

Xu Wantang turned to look at Cen Shichuan: "Is all you do is pressure me?"

Cen Shichuan said calmly, "It's not that I'm forcing you, it's just that it's really too late. You are my wife, and I have to protect your safety."

Ha ha.

Xu Wantang took her nightgown and turned to go into the bathroom.

Cen Shichuan arrived at the bathroom door in his wheelchair and sighed softly, "Wantang, I can ignore your past, but you must remember your place in the future."

"I……"

Xu Wantang wanted to shout through the door that she was not his wife.

But now she's no different from being in a wolf's den.

If she were to actually shout it out, not to mention Cen Shichuan, the Xu family would not allow her to leave the Xu family home.

So, she gritted her teeth, turned around, and turned on the shower.

Then sit on the toilet and wait.

Just in case, Xu Wantang hung her nightgown on a clothes hanger, then took a picture and posted it online.

"A new nightgown, only for someone to see."

Specify who should view it, group them, and click.

Completed!

Even someone as healthy as Xu Chuxue would get sick from the anger after seeing this.

Sure enough, she washed for more than ten minutes.

Xu Shengze knocked hard on the door, and after a while, Cen Shichuan opened the door.

Xu Shengze mumbled something, something about fainting or post-operative complications.

It has to be said that Xu Chuxue is very good at understanding people's hearts.

She faked her death in a car accident for Cen Shichuan and then suffered a miscarriage.

Now she lives under an assumed name and undergoes high-risk cosmetic surgery.

Even if Cen Shichuan no longer loves her, he can't just abandon her.

After Xu Shengze finished speaking in a hurry, Cen Shichuan did not leave immediately, but stopped at the bathroom door and knocked twice.

"Wantang? Wantang?"

Xu Wantang, after hearing the water, pretended to have heard the voice and asked, "What is it?"

Cen Shichuan paused for a moment before speaking, "Something's come up at the company, I need to go."

Knowing Xu Wantang as he does, she knew that his pause wasn't to find an excuse, but rather to distinguish the sound of water and Xu Wantang's location.

This was to ensure that Xu Wantang did not hear what Xu Shengze said.

Xu Wantang did not open the door, but pretended to have just walked behind the bathroom door.

"What's so important? Didn't you say you were going to stay? Now you're leaving? What do you mean by that?"

"There's nothing I can do about work." Cen Shichuan's voice softened, indicating that he believed Xu Wantang.

"I see."

The only sound outside was the door closing.

Xu Wantang breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom.

She was wearing a nightgown that a friend had given her, and then she looked in the mirror.

It suits her perfectly.

Pure and innocent, yet boundless in desire.

Thankfully, she didn't show it to Cen Shichuan, otherwise he would accuse her of deliberately seducing him.

It could at least annoy Xu Chuxue.

Thinking about it, Xu Wantang picked up her phone to check the status she had just posted, and unexpectedly found a status posted by Cen Shichuan.

He posted a photo of her secretly taking a selfie of him from her album.

"A young girl's thoughts. I understand."

Xu Wantang felt a sense of helplessness, as if she couldn't reach into her phone.

But what's even more powerless is the status she posts herself.

Who can watch this? It's a separate group: Xina and Cen Yuan.

Cen Yuan!

Xu Wantang was so busy swiping the screen that she didn't even notice that Cen Yuan had also been clicked on.

Is deleting it now too deliberate?

……

The west courtyard of Cen's house.

As Cen Yuan closed the file, he saw Ji Yan and Lin Yue exchanging glances across the room.

"What is it?"

"It's okay." Ji Yan quickly smiled. "It's too late today. We can finish the rest of the work tomorrow. You've been working non-stop for a week. Don't look at your phone tonight. Go to bed early."

"Yes, yes, I'll copy the scriptures, I'll copy them...ten times!" Lin Yue was going all out.

Xu Wantang and Cen Shichuan are really something else. Is it really necessary for them to share their private matters on social media?

Cen Yuan leaned back in his chair, his fingers stroking the Buddhist prayer beads between his thumb and forefinger. Although he remained calm, a hint of danger always shone in his eyes.

"What happened between her and Cen Shichuan?"

Lin Yue: "..."

Ji Yan: "Aren't you... being too obvious?"