The man named Song Zhiwen looked to be just over thirty, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, making him appear quite mild-mannered.
He lifted his head in embarrassment to look at me; the person in the photo certainly wasn't me, yet the man before me was indeed someone I recognized, and moreover, he was my very first sugar daddy.
I hadn't expected the emotionally charged, vehement woman to actually be Song Zhiwen's wife.
Back when I was involved with Song Zhiwen, I rarely inquired about his family affairs, and he seldom mentioned anything about his household.
Judging by his demeanor, I always figured he was a self-made businessman, and at the time, I even thought that with his efforts alone, he had amassed such a vast fortune.
Back then, I figured he didn't want to talk about his family because he was out for a fling and didn't want me to know his family situation, fearing that I might blackmail him after we split up.
