The thoughts dispersed quickly and came back quickly.

Because the man in front of her had finished his task, pinching her cheek and saying, "Check your mobile bank's incoming message."

Wang Miaomiao picked up her phone, and without even unlocking the screen, she saw the message pop up.

Five million credited to the bank account.

This is real, hard cash.

Just given to me like that?

No need for share collateral or any guarantee contract?

Truly generous!!!

Wang Miaomiao felt a burst of warmth in her heart and her gaze towards the man beside her became heated.

Sun Dasheng chuckled and said, "What? So soon, you're eager again?"

The eagerness in his voice was clearly alluding to something.

Wang Miaomiao's cheeks reddened, her eyes blurry, leaning into him.

Alright then, another intense battle.

As night deepened.

Wang Miaomiao exclaimed, how did it unknowingly become so late.

She was a bit flustered, hastily dressing the man beside her.

"What's the rush?" Sun Dasheng opened his arms, letting her busy herself.

"Didn't notice the time, it's already eight, my husband will be home soon."

"Oh, what if he comes home and sees us?" Sun Dasheng teased her.

She paused, gritted her teeth, and said, "Then I'll immediately divorce him and leave with nothing."

"But don't you abandon me."

Sun Dasheng laughed heartily, pinched her cheek, "Just teasing you, you have such a good relationship with your husband, why divorce?"

"Couples should just live their lives well together. Although your husband used to often mock me, and my ex-wife frequently flaunted in front of me thanks to your husband.

But I never took it to heart.

Don't worry, I'm not a vengeful person."

Wang Miaomiao rolled her eyes at him, thinking to herself: Look at your expression, do you really seem like someone who doesn't hold grudges?

It's almost like you want to write the words 'I'll cuckold you to avenge the past' on your forehead.

"Alright, time's almost up, you should go, I won't see you off, bye! Take care on the road!"

Sun Dasheng remained at the door, unmoving.

Wang Miaomiao helplessly walked over, stood on tiptoe, and pecked him on the lips, "There, happy now? Bye, any longer and it might be too late."

"Hmm, bye, it was delightful conversing with the lady today, farewell!"

Quoting a line from a TV drama, Sun Dasheng walked away gracefully.

Underground parking lot of the community.

Old Wang, who had a tough day at the office, got out of his BMW and saw the Rolls-Royce parked nearby, feeling a bit stunned.

He wondered when someone so wealthy moved into our community?

A car worth over a million is not for someone living in a million-dollar house.

It's quite conspicuous parked here.

However, he didn't think too much about it, as the company matters were already plaguing him; he just wanted to quickly get home to his wife and kids for comfort.

On the way to the elevator, he saw an old acquaintance.

He straightened his clothes, paused to greet, "Da Sheng, you look all dapper, here to do some sales in our community?

I heard you lost your job after the divorce, now working sales in some company, what do you sell? Introduce it to me, maybe I can support you."

The same old sarcastic tone.

He's heard such words many times from this guy.

Wang Zihua, with his successful career, making big money, driving luxury cars, living in mansions, used to often criticize him at their get-togethers.

Back then, Old Wang, in his forties, marrying a young wife in her twenties was naturally flaunting everywhere.

He, Sun Dasheng, became merely a backdrop for others.

Now in his fifties, looking sixty because of the company issues.

Standing in front of the charming and dashing Sun Dasheng, of course, seemed a notch lower.

This is why he was so rude upon their meeting.

Seizing the opportunity to speak.

Grabbing the higher ground in conversation.

Unfortunately, he didn't realize that Sun Dasheng was no longer the naive person he thought, nor was he the once-glorious figure.

Sun Dasheng walked over and casually patted Old Wang's shoulder, "Long time no see, still strong and vigorous, I see."

One sentence almost broke Old Wang's defense.

"You're not wrong, I'm here to do sales." He silently added, here to lie in your bed and watch how your wife sells herself.

"Oh, to be precise, I'm here to learn sales, those senior experiences are all valuable assets, I have to seize the time to learn them."

Wang Zihua, feeling uncomfortable, shrugged off the hand on his shoulder.

Arrogantly said, "That's the right attitude, study hard, improve daily.

I have matters at home, so I'll leave first. If you ever have good products, feel free to sell them at my home, I'm wide open to you."

With that said, handsomely left with his arms behind him.

Sun Dasheng amusingly watched him leave, secretly thinking: You're too late. No need for you to open your doors, your wife has already opened hers to me.

Got into the car, drove away.

Upstairs.

Entering the room.

Wang Zihua smelled a strange odor, but it quickly disappeared, replaced by jasmine freshener.

As he changed shoes and put his briefcase on the cabinet, he shouted to his wife in the house: "Honey, you're so thoughtful, knowing I'd come back, you deliberately sprayed my favorite jasmine scent at home?"

Wang Miaomiao sat on the sofa, not even bothering to move, glanced at him, then turned her attention back to the TV.

Seeing himself ignored.

Wang Zihua felt an indescribable frustration.

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