Radio studio.

The program at eleven o'clock is about to begin.

Lin Wan-yan was making her final preparations.

My phone suddenly rang. When I picked it up, my heart was overwhelmed with a mixture of emotions.

The sender was his husband, and the subject only had five words — "Divorce Agreement."

The first divorce agreement he gave her was on paper.

See it and tear it to shreds, throw it in the trash.

Then, every month I received the same email, just one, about divorce.

Lin Wan-yan smiled wryly, casually put down her phone, and gracefully took a seat at the host's position.

On the road, a black Bugatti Veyron was driving slowly.

In the passenger seat, sat a person wearing a deep V neck top.

He deliberately shoved the fair and long

into the most sensitive spot of the man on the edge, and then subtly teased him.

"Ling Zong, I don't want to go to the hotel today. How about we go to your place instead?"

A person's fingernails lightly trace across a man's strong, muscular, down to his stomach.

Just as I was about to go down further, my wrist suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Ling Ouwen held the steering wheel in his left hand and gripped the person's wrist with his right.

"Mr. Teng, don't like that, I was just joking." Tang Ying bit her lip, endured the pain, and said aggrievedly.

Ling Ouwen glanced at the text without expression, then grabbed it and tossed it aside.

"Humph, with that little skill, you think you can climb onto my bed?"

Tang Ying retracted her foot and fidgeted restlessly. The small space fell into a moment of silence.

Ling Ouwen glanced at the time; it was exactly 11:00.

He turned on the radio as he drove, tuning it to a station.

Then, a voice as gentle as water flowed from within.

"Dear listeners, good evening. It's 11 o'clock now, this is — Just Tell You. I am Lin Wan-yan, and today I'm going to share a story with you all."

When Tang Ying heard the three words "Lin Wanyan", she couldn't help but furrow her brow.

Isn't that Ling Ouwen's current wife?

However, she is only his wife in name, so he doesn't worry about it.

Lin Wanyin was hosting the late-night show, and 15 minutes had passed, leaving only the sound of the radio.

After a piece of sentimental music, Lin Wanyin's voice rang out once again.

After enjoying a piece of music, I believe everyone has... Do you also have stories that you want to share with me?

"Welcome to call the station's hotline, xxxxxxxx. Wan Yan is here waiting for you."

Tang Ying twitched the corner of her mouth, then took out her phone and pressed a series of numbers. She also turned on speakerphone.

The next second, Tang Ying's voice came from the broadcast.

"Welcome to our call-in show. We're eager to hear your stories and share them with everyone."

Tang Ying carefully glanced at Ling Ouwen, who was beside her.

Seeing his calm demeanor, Tang Ying finally dared to speak up, "Anchor Miss, it's like this, my sister stole my man and has been deceiving me all along! You tell me, how could there be such a despicable person in this world?"

Lin Wan'yan's face immediately darkened after hearing this person's words.

Her heart, as if being pulled by something.

Is there really someone out there who has gone through something so similar?

The sister stole the younger sister's boyfriend.

It's like he stole my sister's man.

If that's not the case, then the person being bullied by Mrs. Lin right now should be Lin Yunxi.

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