Inside the pitch-black bedroom, Lan Jinyao carried Fu Bainian with great difficulty to the bed. She then pulled the curtains aside and opened the window, letting a cool breeze blow in and carry away the strong smell of alcohol.

That woman’s words repeatedly echoed in her ears. Her words didn’t contain any malice, but, to a woman, those words were clearly provocative. Which woman in this world would like it when her husband tells all his innermost thoughts to another woman, ...