“Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi…”

On the phone, Joan called her name several times as Zhou Yi dropped the photos to the ground.

Her Middle Eastern roommate Sulaiman made a huge fuss, shouting: “Zhou, you’re more open-minded than I imagined! I thought all Chinese people were conservative! Where did these photos come from? Let me see!”

Zhou Yi hurriedly tried to pick them up.

Her brain hadn’t started functioning properly again, but she couldn’t let others see the photos of Yuan Han with other women in compromising positions.

Her first instinct was to prevent others from seeing them.

But in her panic, she accidentally kicked the envelope, scattering all the photos.

Not only Sulaiman but also Qi Wei could see them.

Qi Wei’s face turned red, “Zhou Yi, what is this? Quick, put them away.”

The married woman who had given birth sure had quite the tolerance.

No, wait – these photos were sent to Zhou Yi. Who would send Zhou Yi such explicit photos, even more revealing than Playboy magazine?

Zhou Yi frantically gathered up all the photos.

Qi Wei didn’t know whether she should ask about them.

Sulaiman was still making excited noises.

Through the phone receiver came Joan’s concerned voice, “Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi, are you alright? What happened?”

What happened?

Zhou Yi held the envelope, trembling.

Shock and distress jumbled her thoughts.

Who had sent her these photos?

No, how could Yuan Han do such a thing, betraying her with other women, and someone even took photos and mailed them to America!

Even more ridiculous was that she had just been telling her friend Joan to find Yuan Han if she needed anything in Pengcheng—this slap came back to her face without even a moment’s delay. Zhou Yi was shaking with anger.

How dare Yuan Han?

Who gave him the courage?

She had been sent to America by her family, and even after the hospital incident, she hadn’t decided to leave Yuan Han.

That dog Yuan Han dared to betray her first?

The humiliation was overwhelming.

Yuan Han was the man she had married against her family’s wishes, causing such an uproar. Though there had been friction before she left the country, and they hadn’t been in contact for a long time after she went abroad, which had cooled her feelings for Yuan Han—but that wasn’t a reason for Yuan Han to get intimate with other women!

Anger overwhelmed Zhou Yi. She couldn’t even focus on her pain as she grabbed the phone:

“Joan, you said you’re in Pengcheng? We’ll meet soon, I’m packing my things and coming back right away!”

“Zhou Yi, what happened?”

Zhou Yi couldn’t bring herself to say it. Joan was her respectable friend; telling her about this was too embarrassing.

“Anyway, I need to go back home. I’ll tell you when I get there.”

“Alright, if you don’t want to talk about it, I won’t force you. But if you need help, please don’t hesitate to ask me.”

Zhou Yi’s eyes welled up, “Joan, thank you.”

After hanging up, Zhou Yi nearly crushed the envelope. Even the noisy Sulaiman sensed something was wrong. Zhou Yi seemed both heartbroken and furious. Knowing Zhou Yi’s temperament, Sulaiman wisely chose not to provoke her further.

“You’re going back to China?”

Qi Wei was anxious, “How can you go back at this time? If you pass this exam—”

Zhou Yi’s eyes were red, “How can I focus on exams now? Do you know these photos are…”

No, this was too humiliating. Even with Qi Wei, Zhou Yi couldn’t say it.

She didn’t even know who to tell.

Tell her parents?

Wouldn’t that just prove her parents were right, that she shouldn’t have married Yuan Han?

Zhou Yi still couldn’t quite believe Yuan Han would do such a thing.

Maybe someone was trying to frame Yuan Han… but no, while a woman could be forced by a man, how could it be the other way around?

Zhou Yi nearly ground her back teeth to dust. She couldn’t think about anything else; she had to go back.

Yes, and she couldn’t tell anyone, not even Yuan Han, to avoid alerting him!

Qi Wei couldn’t stop her.

She could only watch as Zhou Yi bought plane tickets. Zhou Yi had truly gone mad—she wouldn’t even wait a few hours for a discounted ticket, insisting on buying the expensive ones.

That was money earned washing dishes in restaurant kitchens, her hands peeled and roughened from the work, and she was willing to waste it like this.

Qi Wei, as the “supervisor,” could only call her superior.

Her superior was Xia Xiaolan.

Xia Xiaolan had given Qi Wei the phone number for Qihang company, where she could always be reached.

After receiving Qi Wei’s message, Xia Xiaolan sighed to Zhou Cheng:

“Ye Xiaoqiong has made her move. She probably doesn’t see me as an enemy anymore, but she still resents Zhou Yi.”

“That’s Zhou Yi’s fault. She owes Ye Xiaoqiong.”

Should someone who did wrong not face any consequences?

She had been blinded by Yuan Han, believing everything he said. Even if she was unaware, she was still foolish.

Intentional harm was evil, but Zhou Yi’s unknowing role in pushing another woman’s fate toward the abyss made her Yuan Han’s accomplice all the same.

If Zhou Cheng wasn’t concerned about Zhou Yi, neither was Xia Xiaolan.

“Let her come back then. Things need to conclude.”

On February 11th, the thirteenth day of the lunar new year, Zhou Yi secretly returned to China alone.

Entering through Hong Kong made it convenient to reach Pengcheng.

This fool, afraid of losing face, hadn’t contacted anyone. Her greatest support was her family, yet she wouldn’t let them know. She naturally didn’t know that Zhou Cheng was in Pengcheng at this time.

The person meeting her at Luohu Customs was Ye Xiaoqiong.

Zhou Yi’s eyes welled up, “Joan, I…”

Should she tell Joan about this?

If not Joan, who could she talk to?

Joan had already seen her at her most embarrassing in New York and had always kept her secrets. She was a trustworthy friend.

Moreover, Joan was a career-oriented professional woman who probably understood more than she did.

Zhou Yi swallowed her shame and explained everything:

“Joan, I don’t know what to do!”

Rush back home angrily, but does not know what to do.

Zhou Yi was truly foolish.

Indeed, she didn’t understand anything—when pursuing Yuan Han, she didn’t even know he had a wife!

Ye Xiaoqiong narrowed her eyes: “You need to tell me first what you want to do, then I can give you advice. If this turns out to be false, everyone will be happy, and you can just say you came back to relax and visit family because studying was too tiring. But if it’s true… do you trust your husband? If he has betrayed you, what will you choose to do!”

Trust Yuan Han?

A year ago, when they were newlyweds, if anyone had questioned Yuan Han like this, Zhou Yi would have jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on and attacked them.

Not just Joan—even her parents couldn’t say such things.

But now the situation is different from a year ago.

Even true love could grow distant without enough contact and face-to-face meetings.

Before, Zhou Yi had too much free time and invested all her emotions in Yuan Han. After going abroad, she had too many worries to think about. She couldn’t learn anything if her mind was filled with thoughts of love all day.

With a new focus on her emotions and energy, her feelings for Yuan Han… had truly faded.

Moreover, when she was in the hospital giving birth, Yuan Han didn’t immediately consider her safety. Zhou Yi’s trust wasn’t 100% anymore.

“I won’t ask him. I’ll only believe what I see with my own eyes. I want to catch him in the act!”