Chapter 4The Snow Mountain Affair

I started to examine our relationship and came to a conclusion: we weren’t a good match.

After I decided to let go of him, I found our interactions became much easier.

I no longer bothered preparing dinner.

I left the cooking to Mrs. Chen, our housekeeper.

Nor did I leave a light on when he worked late or had business dinners.

That night, he came home late.

I didn’t pay attention to his work hours; I was in my study, dealing with my own work.

Until he made a noise, pushing open the study door.

His tightly furrowed brow relaxed.

“Is there any porridge?”

When he had late business dinners, I used to cook him a bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge, or noodles.

I shook my head.

“No.”

Hearing that answer, he visibly paused, a little unaccustomed to it.

“Is there anything else to eat at home?”

I said, “No.”

He usually had lunch prepared by his assistant at the office, and I ate lunch near the TV station.

He often didn’t come home for dinner.

So, there was hardly any food in the fridge.

He nodded and turned to head to the bathroom.

My relationship with Wesley slowly faded; to be precise, I had always been the one initiating contact.

Once I stopped, there was hardly any connection between us.

The last chat we had was a week before our argument, when I shared that my colleagues and I had found a great restaurant.

I told him we should go together next time, and he replied he’d see if he had time.

On Friday night, my colleagues and I at the TV station worked until 1 AM, then went to a nearby street for a late-night meal.

One female boss’s husband called to pick her up.

Anna proactively called her boyfriend, whose first words were, “Baby, send me your location.”

“I’m already dressed and ready to go.”

My colleagues around us teased, and Anna’s face flushed.

“No, wait a bit.”

“A few colleagues and Lynn and I are going for a gathering.”

We ate hot pot.

Afterward, the female boss’s husband picked her up with their child.

Anna’s boyfriend held two cups of bubble tea.

“They’re hot. You said this afternoon you wanted bubble tea. I bought them a while ago, didn’t expect you to be working late tonight.”

I greeted Anna’s boyfriend.

Anna handed me the other bubble tea.

“Lynn, here, drink this.”

I took the bubble tea, smiling, “Thanks.”

Next to the hot pot restaurant was a five-star hotel.

Looking up, I saw Wesley.

He stood out too much, and with Sienna, he looked even more striking.

Under the night sky, a man and a woman emerged from the hotel.

I stood frozen.