Wang Bingbing was indeed struggling with loneliness, numbing herself with work for so long, yet she still felt desire.
Even at work, she was always looking for men, but no matter how much searching she did, she couldn't find one who truly satisfied her.
Or perhaps, none of them truly matched her heart's desire. After her encounters with these men, she felt just as empty as before.
The more she thought about it, the more Wang Bingbing felt the sting of solitude.
How could she not feel it, after having experienced the affairs between a man and a woman? How could her heart not waver?
If it weren't for the wealth and foundation of the old county committee secretary's family, Wang Bingbing might have already left him.
Her life, in this way, was no different from living in widowhood.
The only difference might be that the old county committee secretary was still alive.
