At the Dinner Party, My Husband Discussed Infidelity in German

At the business dinner, my husband Shen Yifeng's partner asked him in German, "Your mistress is two months pregnant. What are you planning to do about it?"

Shen Yifeng smiled slightly as he carefully poured wine and served food for me.

He replied in German, "Yoyo doesn't like children. I'll have Chen Yuxuan give birth and take the child abroad to raise, just to ensure there's an heir."

As I sipped the red wine, tears silently slipped down my cheeks.

Shen Yifeng looked a bit flustered, "Yoyo, why are you crying?"

I forced a smile and explained, "The aftertaste of this wine is a bit strong; it's making my eyes uncomfortable."

But the wine was smooth and not very strong. The tears were because I understood German.

Perhaps Shen Yifeng had forgotten that I was once a top student in German studies.

He had also learned German to pursue me more conveniently.

When my thoughts returned, I found Shen Yifeng leaning toward me, his long fingers resting on the back of the chair.

Two buttons of his shirt were undone, and his fingers still bore traces of the wine that had spilled earlier.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked with a smile, his gaze fixed on the tips of my reddened ears, the sunlight reflecting off his cufflinks brushing over my eyelashes.

I instinctively reached for my wine glass, but he clasped my wrist.

His warm palm pressed against the pulse, and the silk cuffs carried a cedar scent.

"Let me handle this, " he said, suddenly taking a sip from the edge of the glass I had offered him. His Adam's apple moved, bringing a cool minty sensation—it was the special morning drink he prepared, now seeming like a subtle test.

Across from us, Lu Mingxuan crushed a salted almond between his fingers, the crumbs falling onto the Michelin-plated dish.

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, "I must say, you two are like newlyweds even after all these years... "

Shen Yifeng suddenly pressed me against the carved wooden chair back, the scent of sandalwood and cedar enveloping us.

His fingers brushed my chin, the wedding ring pressing hotly against my skin.

"You know my wife has me under her thumb. Envious, aren't you? Tough luck!"

The end of his words faded into a kiss that brushed past my earlobe, restrained yet carrying a hint of probing aggression.

I turned my head to avoid his lips, my earlobe grazing against his cool, thin lips.

"Yes, I want to confirm if Mr. Shen, who loves me so much, " I deliberately elongated his surname, catching his jaw tighten from the corner of my eye, "has any other girls behind my back."

Shen Yifeng's pupils contracted slightly, a low, hoarse breath escaping his throat.

This man, accustomed to hiding his loss of control, even had his knuckles turning pale.

He suddenly lifted me up in his arms, spinning around with his suit trousers brushing the floor.

"In this lifetime, you'll be the only girl for me, " he whispered in my ear, his hot breath brushing against my neck.

"I belong only to you."

I pressed my lips together lightly, slowly pushing away from his embrace.

It turns out, some people can lie without a hint of shame.

When he proposed to me, I had only one request: fidelity.

I had once told him earnestly, "If I ever find out you betrayed our relationship, I will leave and never look back."

Back then, Shen Yifeng's eyes were full of love. After I said this, he hurriedly held my hand against his cheek, promising, "Yoyo, you're the person I spent two years winning over. I would never do anything to betray you! If I ever dare to let you down, let me love and never be loved in return!"

Indeed, because of my talents, I've always had admirers around me.

From the moment Shen Yifeng first saw me, he was determined to win my heart.

I had been hurt deeply in previous relationships, so I always feared love.

But in the end, I was moved by Shen Yifeng's persistence and gave this relationship a chance.

However, five months ago, I accidentally discovered he had another woman outside.

The idea that there could be pure love in the world shattered instantly.

I thought I would have a hysterical outburst with him, but instead, I was surprisingly calm.

Calmly staying by his side, quietly enduring the pain of heartbreak, calmly preparing for my future plans.

Finally, in just ten days, my visa will be ready.

I will be able to leave Shen Yifeng and start a brand new journey of my own.