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He felt very powerless, with a heart full of fatigue, suddenly not knowing what to say.
He waved his hand, unable to utter a word.
Duan Qingqing watched the two of them, her eyes flickering slightly.
It would be better if Meng Xinian never came back.
After taking a bath that evening, Duan Qingqing saw Meng Chaojun, dressed in pajamas, standing in front of the window with a glass of wine in his hand.
She was slightly shocked.
Meng Chaojun seldom drank.
He was a very disciplined man, not smoking, not gambling, never having any issues with his lifestyle—
The only lifestyle issue was probably with her.
However, she adamantly refused to admit that her relationship with him was improper, she met him when Meng Xinian's biological mother was almost dying.
Moreover, her marriage into the Meng Family was after that woman's death.
"Chaojun, what are you thinking about? It's a bit chilly at night, don't stand by the window," her soft voice reached his ears.
