Era uma vez, Fang Tao escondido no mundo, mas sofrendo a traição da esposa, a humilhação da sogra, e até a morte da própria mãe por indignação — mas isso tudo não passava de um disfarce de sua reclusã
“Who is he?”
Fang Tao stood at the bedroom doorway, his face brimming with fury.
Inside the bedroom, Wang Rong was disheveled, her fiery figure fully exposed, her striking face flushed with a rosy glow. A lean man was calmly getting dressed.
Wang Rong was his wife of two years.
He had stepped out for half a day on an errand, but returning home early, he was met with this heart-wrenching scene.
“Since you’re back, I’ll be honest with you,” Wang Rong said calmly, without a trace of guilt. “Let me introduce you—this is my new boyfriend, Zhang Shaojie.”
“We’re done. We have no feelings left. Let’s get a divorce,” Fang Tao was stunned, thinking he must have misheard.
“Are you serious?” he asked.
“Can’t you understand plain words?” Wang Rong snorted coldly, her expression tinged with disdain. “We’ve been married for over two years. You’re stagnant, have achieved nothing, and you’re basically worthless!”
“In two years, I’ve earned a degree in business administration, led the company to new heights repeatedly, multiplied its assets dozens of times, and built my net worth into billions!” Fang Tao retorted.
“Fang Tao! The gap between us is too wide! Just looking at you makes me sick!” Wang Rong’s face was full of contempt and scorn.
The woman he once loved dearly had become so alien to him at this moment.
“Achieved nothing? Ha!” Fang Tao couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
She had taken business courses, all paid for by him; even the startup capital for her company came from his pocket.
Her family’s