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February 2, 2013, was the most painful day of my life, but also the happiest, because today was the wedding of him and Du Qiaoyun. I watched him marry another woman, and my heart truly ached, yet I had to wish them well.
On February 2, 2013, Shen Xingyu married Du Qiaoyun. I felt jealous, but what could I do? I could only bless them and hope they would grow old together.
On June 3, 2013, Mrs. Shen celebrated her birthday. I went to the Shen Family with Xingyu, and Wanwan was there too. She was adorable, and I really liked her. But for some reason, Wanwan suddenly fell into the pool. Mrs. Shen saw me and claimed that I had pushed Wanwan in, but I hadn't—I truly hadn't.
Later, Mrs. Shen accused me of murder to silence me. Although many guests testified that I wasn't upstairs at the time, Shen Xingyu still doubted me. From that moment on, his attitude towards me changed; his gaze was filled with resentment.
Shen Xingyu closed the diary. His heart ached. Ye Jingzhu had done so much for him behind his back, yet he remained cold and indifferent towards her.
He set the diary down and walked to the balcony, gazing at the pitch-black night sky. He recalled Ye Jingzhu's phone call before she died.
"Shen Xingyu, let's get a divorce," Ye Jingzhu's voice was filled with despair.
"Ye Jingzhu, you want a divorce? Dream on." At that time, Shen Xingyu had already convinced himself that Ye Jingzhu was the murderer, so he treated her very harshly.
"Shen Xingyu, I'm dying. This is my only wish before I die." Ye Jingzhu's voice choked with emotion. "Just agree to it."
"Ye Jingzhu, stop lying to me." Shen Xingyu didn't believe that Ye Jingzhu would die; he thought she was trying to scare him into feeling sympathy for her. "You won't get a divorce."
"Shen Xingyu, I'm really about to die." Ye Jingzhu forced a smile. "Please just agree."
"I've said it before; you won't get a divorce." Shen Xingyu shouted into the phone. "If you want a divorce, come find me in person."
"Shen Xingyu, I love you, but I'm going to die. I really want to see you one last time." Ye Jingzhu's voice grew weaker. "I..."
"Ye Jingzhu, don't say any more." Shen Xingyu didn't want to hear any more of her nonsense and hung up the phone.
Now reflecting on it, Shen Xingyu felt like a jerk. Why hadn't he treated Ye Jingzhu better back then? Why hadn't he been kinder to her?
He took out his phone and dialed Little Ma's number. "Hello, where is Su Mengman now?"
"Mr. Shen, Su Mengman has been going to the casino frequently lately," Little Ma replied. "And she's been quite generous with her spending."
"Where did she get so much money?" Shen Xingyu frowned.
"I don't know about that," Little Ma said.
"Alright, I understand." Shen Xingyu hung up the phone, put on his coat, and walked out of his house.
Shen Xingyu arrived at a private club and waited for Su Mengman in the garden.
"Mr. Shen, Su Mengman has arrived," Little Ma said as he walked up to Shen Xingyu.
Shen Xingyu looked up towards the entrance of the club and saw Su Mengman walking in elegantly, her demeanor calm as if nothing had happened.
"Has she been like this lately?" Shen Xingyu asked, watching Su Mengman enter the club before retracting his gaze.
"Yes," Little Ma nodded. "Ever since Miss Ye passed away, she has been like this."
"Hmph," Shen Xingyu snorted coldly. "I want to see what she's capable of."
"Mr. Shen, should we bring her over?" Little Ma inquired.
"No need," Shen Xingyu waved his hand. "I have my own plans."
"Understood," Little Ma nodded and then stepped aside.
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