Chapter 1866 - 1884: Ding Meichen (Part 6)
She wanted to bring down Shen Zian, and undoubtedly, Su Hai was her greatest ally. Whether from personal preference or realistic situations, Su Hai was the most suitable choice. The hateful thing was that Su Hai was impervious, always looking at her with a disgusted gaze every time he saw her.
Ding Meichen also had her pride; no matter how moved she was, she could not endure Su Hai’s insults. She was infuriated and wanted to secretly plot against Su Hai, but she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to compete with him, which could arouse suspicion, so in the end, she decided to shift her target to Xie Yibin.
Xie Yibin was Shen Zian’s fiancé. Snatching Shen Zian’s man also gave her a sense of accomplishment; why did it have to be Su Hai!
Ding Meichen knew deeply that if she wanted to succeed, she absolutely must not let anyone see through her true face. So she always remembered those people she must not provoke, never showing any flaw over the years.
"If it were when I was young, it might have been excusable, but have you seen me having any interactions with Su Hai over all these years?" Ding Meichen asked with grievance, yet clearly: "In this life, I only love you, no other men even catch my eyes."
Xie Yibin thought so too. Ding Meichen was so beautiful, and there were many who secretly admired her at school, yet she never gave anyone a good face. These things he knew, and not only these, he also knew that Ding Meichen had definitely never wronged him even a little.
Xie Yibin again felt fortunate about how lucky he was to have married Ding Meichen.
"You can’t say you’re not into you," Xie Yibin roughly twisted his hand on Ding Meichen’s chest, causing Ding Meichen to softly moan with a seductive, low voice, her body collapsing into his arms in a wanton manner open to his desires.
There was no way Xie Yibin could hold it in, and the two of them engaged right there in the room in broad daylight.
Afterwards, when Xie Yibin had something to go out for, he got up and dressed. Ding Meichen lay languidly on the bed, her eyes like silk gazing at Xie Yibin’s still strong body, yet in her mind automatically flashed the image of Su Hai.
She wondered what Su Hai’s body might look like beneath his suit, so enticing.
"Yibin, you still haven’t told me where you went yesterday!" This was a thorn in Ding Meichen’s heart; every time she thought of it, it was like a painful stab throughout her body, making her want to pull it out immediately. She had worked hard for so many years, exhausting all efforts to be a good wife, yet her husband always kept thinking of that bitch.
Dead for twenty years, yet still haunting.
She clearly knew where Xie Yibin went, or should say, every move of Xie Yibin was under her watch, including him going to pay respects to Shen Zian yesterday. She just wanted to hear Xie Yibin say it himself; otherwise, she couldn’t swallow this anger.
Xie Yibin stopped fastening his shirt buttons, sighed helplessly, and said: "I went to Shen Zian’s grave. Yesterday was her twentieth death anniversary, so I went to take a look."
Ding Meichen abruptly sat up from the bed, her heart filled with rage, but once she sat up, she immediately realized she was too impulsive. Over the years, she had moved smoothly, getting rid of all her enemies and everyone she didn’t like.
It was just that things had gone too smoothly for her; she almost forgot the caution and disguise that were deeply embedded in her bones.
Ding Meichen warned herself to stay calm, to be restrained and endure, not to become conceited and arrogant. She must never let down her guard in front of Xie Yibin; Xie Yibin was not as unconditionally devoted and regretless as he appeared to be.