Wen Li suddenly paused when she walked to the door of the lounge. She thought of what Zhang Nuoheng said just now.
You deserve better.
She couldn't help but laugh a little. The young man must have just seen two people arguing, so he said this.
Song Jiawei's temper is not very good sometimes. This time it was because he was too anxious about things on stage, so he said that about himself.
The two of them usually get along very harmoniously. After the death of a member of his family, Song Jiawei was very kind to him in all aspects.
On the contrary, I haven't been on stage since giving birth. I used too much force today, which made Song Jiawei embarrassed. I will apologize to him later.
Wen Li raised her hand to push the door open, only to see a clang inside, as if something fell to the ground.
"What's wrong?" Wen Li hurriedly walked in and saw Song Jiawei's cold face, and the assistant beside him squatting on the ground to pick up something.
"What's going on? Can you please keep your voice down?" Seeing her coming in, Song Jiawei said displeasedly, "You opened the door suddenly and the cup in my hand fell out."
Wen Li apologized quickly and went to help pick up the things on the ground: "Sorry, I will knock on the door in advance next time I come in."
The assistant stood up and stood next to Song Jiawei, "Teacher Wen, this is outside, not at home. You'd better be careful."
Wen Li nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable no matter what. Could it be because she heard a few words from that young man?
She picked up the things on the ground and put them on a table not far away. The dressing table that had been tidied before going on stage now looked very messy, but Wen Li didn't think much about it and put everything away.
"Jiawei, I have something I want to talk to you about alone."
Wen Li hesitated for a moment and then said what was in her heart.
The two had been married for several years and rarely had any disagreements. Wen Li believed that such things must be explained clearly so as not to affect the relationship between the couple.
"You can just say whatever you want, Xiaoyun is not an outsider."
Assistant Xiaoyun looked at Wen Li and said, "Oh, Teacher Song, Teacher Wen must want to talk to you about something between husband and wife. What will it be like if I stay here? I'll go out first and you guys can chat slowly."
When Xiaoyun walked past Wenli, she smelled a strong perfume that she had never smelled before. Could it be because she was too nervous today and her senses became sensitive?
The door to the lounge was closed again, Wen Li moved a chair and sat next to Song Jiawei.
The man didn't move the whole time and even snorted coldly when she got closer.
Wen Li took a deep breath and said, "I'm sorry Jiawei, today is my fault. I will definitely cooperate with you on the next stage. The two of us will definitely be able to perform better."
Song Jiawei snorted coldly, "Then don't you still think I'm inferior to you?"
"But aren't these what you taught me? If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to perform. You are the best." Wen Li said.
After hearing this, Song Jiawei's face looked better.
"Okay, I understand. The two of us will work together to create a more perfect stage."
He stood up and stretched out his hands. Wen Li instantly understood what he meant, stood up and hugged him tightly.
The two hugged each other, as if the unpleasantness just now had never happened.
The door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open. Song Jiawei let go of Wen Li, his face gloomy, "Didn't you know to knock before entering? What happened again?"
Xiaoyun hurriedly walked to the two of them and raised the phone in front of Song Jiawei.
Just now Wen Li was a little embarrassed because the two of them were seen hugging each other, but when she saw Song Jiawei's angry look, she realized that something was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
She poked her head over, wanting to know what was going on, but Xiaoyun's cell phone screen suddenly stopped.
Song Jiawei pushed Wen Li's shoulder away with a gloomy expression, "There are some work matters, you go and take a rest first, don't disturb us."
The man who had hugged and reconciled with her just now turned around and said such words. Wen Li was more or less unhappy.
But work matters were important, so she had to say first: "Okay, you go ahead, if there is anything you need my help with."
"How can you help? Don't cause trouble here."
After Song Jiawei finished speaking, he pushed her and led his assistant Xiaoyun out of the room.
Wen Li said nothing. When the hug broke apart, she saw a red mark on Song Jiawei's neck.
The two of them haven't been intimate for a long time, so it's absolutely impossible that they were left behind by themselves.
Doubt is like a seed that takes root and sprouts in Wen Li's heart.
When Song Jiawei and the two left, she clearly smelled the scent coming from Song Jiawei. That scent was the scent of assistant Xiaoyun's perfume.
Two people, right?
Wen Li wanted to tell herself that all this was just her guess, but the more she thought about it, the more something was wrong.
This assistant Xiaoyun was not outstanding during the assistant interview. Wen Li couldn't see the difference between her and ordinary assistants?
The appearance looks unremarkable, not even outstanding.
He is usually very down-to-earth and capable, taking good care of Song Jiawei very wholeheartedly.
But it happened that such a seemingly honest and responsible person actually cheated on him?
The more Wen Li thought about it, the more things felt wrong in her heart.
The sound of things falling to the ground that I heard just now after I entered the door, the dressing table that suddenly became cluttered for no reason, and the uninterruptible atmosphere between the two people.
Wen Li couldn't help but retched when she thought about what the two people might have done on the table in front of her.
No, Song Jiawei will not betray him...
Wen Li told herself, but her intuition told her that she was right. Song Jiawei, a man, was having sex with his assistant behind her back.
She took out her mobile phone and wanted to find someone to talk to, but she had been a full-time housewife for so long that she had no friends around her who could talk to her heart.
When Wen Li opened Weibo and wanted to watch something else to distract her attention, the list of messages that she had not seen for a long time showed 99+.
She remembered that today's show was broadcast live, and her and Song Jiawei's performances were pretty good, but there couldn't be that much news, right?
Wen Li casually clicked on one and found that it was actually a blog post shared, and the other party also left several messages.
[Sister, such a scumbag is not worth your nostalgia! 】
[You are good-looking, have money, and can sing better than that scumbag. What do you want from him? 】
【Back, back, back! Even if I drive a tractor, I will pull you away! 】
Wen Li took a deep breath and clicked on the Weibo post shared by the other party.
The door to the lounge suddenly opened, and Song Jiawei and Xiaoyun stood at the door.
When meeting Wen Li's eyes, Song Jiawei rubbed his nose guiltily, "Xiao Li, there may be some rumors on the Internet recently, you"
"Is it true?" Wen Li interrupted him and walked to him step by step, "Are all the things mentioned on the Internet true?" (End of Chapter)
