[Wait, did Wen Feiran already know something? The way he looked at Duan Haoran before wasn't provocative, either.]
[!!! Blind monk, you've spotted the key detail! If that's how things went, it all makes sense.]
The viewers watching the livestream all wanted to know what the couple had argued about, but celebrities were always rotten on the inside while putting on a peaceful front. There was no way they would fight on camera.
Everyone could only reluctantly put the matter aside and pin all their hopes on Wen Feiran, hoping he would reveal something.
But Wen Feiran had always been honest and taciturn, inarticulate and dull. He never stood out on camera and would disappear from time to time, so naturally there was no chance he would bring it up himself.
With that lingering regret, the next day arrived. The production team had arranged a mountain hike for all the guests.
That morning, they gathered at the foot of the mountain on time. Mu Qianyu and her husband drew everyone's attention as soon as they appeared.
Duan Haoran looked as dashing as ever. Like a devoted lover, he had an arm around Mu Qianyu's waist, his heart and eyes full of her. Although Mu Qianyu hadn't openly fallen out with him, she couldn't be bothered to respond and kept a sullen expression on her face.
The others all had thoughts of their own, and their expressions and gazes were intriguing. Only Wen Feiran kept his head firmly lowered, making it obvious at a glance that he knew something.
No one mentioned what had happened the day before. They each set off, climbing the mountain while enjoying the scenery.
Wen Feiran had little presence and initially trailed at the back of the group, but by the time he reached the mountainside, he was so winded that he couldn't keep up with the others.
He had only transmigrated back six months ago, and his body had yet to recover. His stamina was even further from what he needed. This was already his limit.
He looked around, and when his gaze fell on a flat rock, his eyes suddenly lit up. He plopped down on it with a serene expression and let out a long breath.
The livestream viewers: ??? Are you an old person?
They were also forced to rest for a while and take in the natural scenery.
[It's so beautiful here. I want to visit too.]
[The slow pace of life is so relaxing. When you go hiking, you should enjoy the scenery instead of exhausting yourself to get to the top.]
[So beautiful. I feel like my soul has been cleansed.]
[...How are you guys still enjoying this peaceful moment? Mu Qianyu and Duan Haoran are fighting! They're tearing into each other on camera!! They're getting divorced!!!]
Mu Qianyu and Duan Haoran had previously presented themselves as a loving couple, a match made in heaven. Now things had turned ugly, and they were digging up old grievances and exposing each other's wounds. This was the juiciest news. Many viewers who had just heard about it flooded into the livestream, and the video even began to lag.
Mu Qianyu's emotions were calm. She had seen through her husband and their marriage. "That's right. I want a divorce."
"Can't we talk about this in private?" Duan Haoran tried to take Mu Qianyu's hand, eager to appease her. "I really haven't been good to you lately, and I upset you, but don't say things like that in anger."
Mu Qianyu dodged him. "I'm not saying it in anger. You haven't brought home a single cent in these three years. You've been spending my money the whole time, yet you act in public as though you're the head of the household, as though I've contributed nothing all these years and you're the one working hard to support the family."
"Not only that, you've also been keeping lovers on the side. As far as I know, there are already two of them. I don't know..."
"Shut up!" Duan Haoran's face turned bright red as he shouted hysterically.
"Are these two around at the same time? Do they know about each other, or are there more than two of them?" Unaffected, Mu Qianyu continued and finished what she had to say.
Mu Qianyu's voice was calm, as though she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her. Clearly, as his wife, she had been hurt so deeply that she had detached herself from the relationship.
In just a few sentences, she hadn't wasted a single word.
[Holy shit, so Duan Haoran's been living off his wife without a shred of shame, using her money to keep other women on the side?!]
[Maybe more than two, and he's seeing them at the same time! Oh my god, does Duan Haoran think he's an emperor building a harem?]
[I suddenly feel sick. I was genuinely invested in their CP and thought Duan Haoran was a devoted, gentle husband.]
[I'm furious. I want to tear that scumbag apart with my own hands!]
[Duan Haoran has been selling paintings all these years. How could he not have made a single cent?]
That was only the beginning. Mu Qianyu no longer covered for him. "People in the art world don't think much of your paintings at all, and they don't sell for much. You've been slipping money to those so-called critics and artists all along, getting them to sing your praises and invent an entire school of art out of thin air, with you as its pioneer. Buying your paintings became fashionable, a symbol of being unconventional. How many people did you fool that way? But after all your scheming, what did you get in the end? The money you made at auction wasn't enough to fill all those holes. You were even stupid enough to let someone get hold of evidence and blackmail you. I borrowed money to pay it off for you, or your reputation would have been ruined long ago!"
"You're talking nonsense!!" Duan Haoran completely lost his mind. He roughly grabbed Mu Qianyu's arm and roared, "I'm your husband, I'm your family! You vicious woman, do you have to destroy me?"
"I never wanted to destroy you. You destroyed yourself!" Mu Qianyu sucked in a breath of pain, her brows furrowing slightly.
Duan Haoran was already blinded by anger and panic, and his grip grew tighter and tighter. "Mu Qianyu, what exactly are you trying to do? Why are you saying all this?!"
He completely tore off his gentle, romantic mask and glared at the cameraman with a twisted expression, reaching out to strike his equipment. "Stop filming! All of this is fake! If it harms my reputation, watch out or I'll sue you for defamation!!"
Mu Qianyu looked at the handprint on her arm. Compared with the pain in her heart, this little injury was nothing.
She looked at it silently for three seconds, as though she had made up her mind about something. "I've been collecting evidence all these years. You can sue me for defamation. We'll see each other in court."
Hearing this, Duan Haoran abruptly turned his head and glared fixedly at Mu Qianyu, unable to believe she would go so far.
In his mind, Mu Qianyu had always been madly in love with him. For his sake, she had given up a brilliant career in the spotlight, taken up cooking, and willingly become an ordinary housewife.