Li Zimu accompanied me to find Song Zhibai.

Song Zhibai is a counselor at the university where he teaches. I have been here a few times before and I am already familiar with it.

I went straight to his office, knocked twice on the door, and seeing no response, I pushed the door open.

What came into view was Cui Yilian standing on tiptoe to straighten Song Zhibai's tie.

She even accidentally brushed against his lips.

How should I put it, the scene was very beautiful, so beautiful that I didn't want to disturb it.

I stood quietly at the door, feeling my heart getting colder inch by inch.

It was Cui Yilian who saw me and provocatively showed off: "Xiao Gu, you're here? Come, have a seat, don't be polite. Later, Zhibai has to go to a commendation meeting!"

As always, she knew how to flaunt her power to hurt my heart.

I coldly looked at Song Zhibai, and he quickly came forward to hold my hand: "Honey, will you come with me later?"

I forced myself to calm down, after taking a few deep breaths I pulled out a faint smile: "Okay, dear."

I purposely emphasized the word "dear".

There are times when treating someone as they treat you is indeed the right way to go.

Cui Yilian finally left, leaving only me and Song Zhibai in the office.

I had been holding on and enduring until now, feeling like a deflated balloon.

I put away my smile, raised my eyes coldly, and said to him: "You really have a deep affection for your sister-in-law, huh?"

Song Zhibai was flustered, he looked a bit helpless and tried to explain to me.

Back and forth, it was the same few sentences, I had already heard them to the point of calluses in my ears. It was nothing more than Cui Yilian treating him as an emotional support, that his daughter needs him, and so on.

If it were before, I might have endured it, but now I don't want to endure it anymore: "Enough, I don't want to hear your sophistry anymore!"

"I don't want my marriage to be someone else's existence, and I don't want my husband to become someone else's husband. I can't take it anymore!"

Song Zhibai grabbed my shoulders with both hands: "Mingyue, how can you look at me like this? This is my debt to her."

I didn't yell and make a scene as usual, but retorted with sarcasm: "Then why don't I just get a divorce and move out? Make room for you two?"

"Anyway, I see that you're quite enjoying it when she kisses you, right?"

He was full of anger, glaring at me: "Why do you always assume the worst intentions in others? You're so petty!"

I looked at him disappointedly. He was always like this, pretending to be ignorant when he clearly understood.

Right now, I just felt tired of playing the piano to a cow.

"Song Zhibai, over this past year, you have been testing my bottom line step by step. I'm tired, so I don't want to continue this tangled mess anymore.

"I know it's unfortunate for Nannan to lose her father, and I know it's miserable for you to lose your husband's sister, but what's the difference between having a husband and not having one? Either you cut off ties with her, or we get a divorce!"

Leaving these words behind, I walked out without looking back.