"Mengmeng, have you made up with your husband?"
While they waited for the old man to wake up, Qiu Wuji and Zhu Mengmeng slipped aside to whisper.
Zhu Mengmeng's eyes were still red. She held Qiu Wuji's hand for comfort and said softly, "Not yet... but we're only separated, not divorced. When something happened to Dad, he was still the first person I thought to call."
"Oh, you... And he really came straight away. That's not bad, is it?"
"Mm-hmm." A little smile returned to Zhu Mengmeng's face. "He's never been a bad person."
"Then why did you separate?" Qiu Wuji couldn't help asking. "Before, I thought it was your private business and I shouldn't ask, but now I really can't help it, Mengmeng."
"Well, we were both young and clueless back then. We each did our own thing and thought that was what marriage should look like for a new generation. I knew plenty of hot young guys, and he knew plenty of little vixens. It's hard to say whose fault it was..."
"Ummm..." Qiu Wuji, who had imagined she was here to offer relationship advice, was dumbfounded.
After four months roaming the internet, what hadn't she seen?
She really hadn't seen this.
"Anyway, we kept fooling around and ended up separating." Zhu Mengmeng sighed. "Then I saw you and your man being so sickeningly sweet, rubbing your lovey-dovey happiness in my face, and I couldn't stand it. I remembered I had a husband too. We're both nearly thirty, you know? It's time to settle down and build a life together..."
"So he hasn't settled down yet?"
"I don't know. It feels like he hasn't been fooling around much lately either. Ever since he found out the new girl he'd picked up on WeChat was my alternate account, he's