My Husband's Student Left Used Tampon in Our Villa

After working hard for half my life, I finally bought a villa in the city center for my son with full payment.

On the first day we moved in, I discovered a used tampon under the master bed.

I thought carefully and realized something was wrong: my son didn't know about this surprise yet.

And I had already gone through menopause ten years ago!

1

There was a sizzling sound from the kitchen as oil burst in the pan. Looking back, I saw Zhou Siming making my favorite stir-fried shrimp with garlic and chili.

As I was about to go in and help, he pushed me out:

"Yujuan, cooking fumes are bad for women's skin. Just let me handle these things."

I couldn't help but smile. Although Zhou Siming and I had experienced storms and stress during our thirty years of marriage, he was considerate and thoughtful toward me, which could be considered a happy and fulfilling marriage.

I couldn't stay idle. Seeing there was nothing for me to do in the kitchen, I went to the master bedroom to clean. This two-story villa was something Zhou Siming and I had worked hard for half our lives to secure as a wedding house for our son, so naturally every aspect required careful attention.

While lying on the floor cleaning under the bed, my fingertips accidentally touched something. It was cool and hard, like a thick piece of chalk.

I hesitated for a moment, bent down, and stretched my arm to reach it. It was a purple cylinder shaped like a retractable syringe. At the end was a piece of white string, apparently for easy removal.

I gently pushed and heard a click sound as a darkened cotton plug emerged from the other end.

Curiosity made me take out my phone. Through image recognition, I discovered this was a used tampon that women use during their period.

I wasn't convinced and flipped up the mattress under the bed sheet. The new mattress was clean and tidy, except for a barely visible dark red stain in the middle. It looked as if someone had lain there and accidentally stained it with menstrual blood.

My heart skipped a beat: This villa had only been handed over half a year ago, and I was in charge of the decoration myself, so it was impossible for outsiders to have lived here.

Could it be the property management staff? I took a photo and sent it to the property management.

The property manager looked terrified:

"Ms. Chen, you know our villa community has first-class security and service. Without your permission, we wouldn't even let a fly in!"

Or perhaps our son Zhou Jian had brought friends over? I thought carefully and realized that wasn't right either. This villa was a surprise we wanted to give him, and he didn't even know the house existed.

My heart grew increasingly restless and uneasy. I tightly gripped the small tampon as if it were a powerful bomb. It had shattered my originally peaceful middle-aged life and wrinkled the fragile, sensitive heart of a married woman.

"Yujuan, come wash your hands for dinner."

Zhou Siming's gentle voice interrupted me. I suddenly looked up and, meeting his gaze, realized that only he and I knew the password to the villa's door lock.

A terrible suspicion emerged in my mind: Could it be Zhou Siming?

Once the seed of suspicion is planted, it will take root and sprout. Even the shrimp that Zhou Siming placed in my bowl made me feel nauseous.

That night, I lay on the soft bed in the master bedroom, watching Zhou Siming's sleeping face, tossing and turning unable to sleep. When I wanted to check his phone, I discovered he had changed the lock screen password at some point.

A wave of horror washed over me. Before this, we had shared all our passwords.

2

The next day was Zhou Jian's birthday, and he said he wanted to bring classmates over to celebrate.

This was also a good opportunity for me to give him the villa as a birthday surprise.

"Yujuan, how do you think I look in this suit?"

In front of the mirror, Zhou Siming wore a brand-new casual suit, looking at me excitedly. He had been a university professor his whole life and hadn't suffered much hardship from wind and sun. Plus his elegant temperament, he didn't look like someone over fifty at all.

Looking at the face I had loved for half my life, I spoke honestly:

"Hmm, it makes you look quite young. But today's main character isn't you. Is it necessary to dress so flashily?"

Zhou Siming interrupted me:

"Yujuan, you don't understand. It's our son's birthday, and he's bringing classmates over. We should naturally show more respect."

"If you're not going to dress up, at least don't hinder me."

But what Zhou Siming didn't know was that because of that tampon, I had long lost the mood to dress up.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Zhou Jian's cheerful voice rang out from the doorway. Opening the door, I saw Zhou Jian and a girl standing at the entrance, holding a cake box.

"Come in quickly!"

Zhou Siming was one step ahead of me and welcomed them both inside.

The girl was quite attractive, with apricot eyes and a round face, wearing light makeup and looking well-behaved.

"Teacher, Teacher's wife, hello. I'm Zhou Jian's classmate, Tian Rourou!" The girl said sweetly to both Zhou Siming and me.

Hmm, how did she know Zhou Siming was a university professor? Seeing my slight confusion, Zhou Siming smiled and explained:

"Yujuan, you didn't know? Rourou is not only Zhou Jian's university classmate but also a student in my current research group. She's a very talented girl."

Zhou Jian also explained from the side:

"Mom, did you forget? I brought Rourou to our house for dinner a few years ago. Later, when she found out Dad was a university professor, she applied to transfer to Dad's research group."

"Oh, I remember now. No wonder she looked so familiar." I smiled and didn't say more, pulling Tian Rourou to sit down.

Halfway through the meal, Tian Rourou's face suddenly turned liver-colored. She leaned close to Zhou Jian's ear and whispered:

"Zhou Jian, I think I've gotten my period..." As a woman, I naturally knew what that meant.

Just as I was about to direct her to the bathroom, Tian Rourou, acting as if she belonged here, covered her stomach and rushed into the master bedroom's bathroom.

I felt something was wrong: This was her first time at our house. How could she be so familiar with the direction to the bathroom?

Before I could figure out the reason, Zhou Jian took something from under the table and handed it to me:

"Mom, Rourou has gotten her period. She asked me to bring her sanitary products. But as a boy, it's inconvenient for me. Could you please help me take them in?"

I nodded and was about to take them inside when I froze. In Zhou Jian's palm lay a purple-packaged tampon. And it was exactly the same as the one I had found under the bed last time!

My fingertips dug deeply into my flesh. Through the bathroom door, I pretended to be calm and asked Tian Rourou:

"Child, how do you like this brand of tampons? Are they easy to use?"

"Of course, Teacher's wife. This brand is imported and doesn't cause allergies. I've always used it..."

Could it be Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou? At this thought, I suddenly felt dizzy.

3

To avoid alerting them, after dinner I went back to my room first, claiming I was tired.

While Zhou Siming and Zhou Jian were seeing Tian Rourou downstairs, I turned on the tablet in Zhou Siming's study that he used for online courses. Usually, his phone and tablet were logged in simultaneously.

Opening it, I found the chat records were completely clean. Apparently, he had cleared them in advance. Just as I was about to restore the tablet to the online course interface, someone named "Meat Bun Fairy" messaged Zhou Siming:

"Daddy, how was it~ Did I act pure and innocent enough today?"

Zhou Siming quickly replied with a mischievous emoji:

"You were hot enough to make me completely obsessed. But I feel like your wife might have discovered something. The look in her eyes was different when she brought me the tampons."

"You're overthinking. My wife has been in menopause for over ten years. She probably doesn't even know what tampons are!"

"Does the tampon feel good, or does daddy feel good?"

Looking at their vulgar chat records, a suffocating feeling spread throughout my body, as if I were at the bottom of a cold lake: Zhou Siming had actually brought his son's classmate, his own student, to have sex in the new house that I had worked so hard to decorate and hadn't even lived in yet?

I never thought such a destructive thing would happen to me. You have to understand that Zhou Siming was more than two rounds older than Tian Rourou!!!

Was this still the Zhou Siming I knew - the dashing and refined Professor Zhou? Was this still the good husband and good father who always talked about his wife and son being his slaves?

Next, Zhou Siming described me to Tian Rourou like this:

"Baby, don't you think my wife smells like an old woman? Unlike you, where even your toes are fragrant."

"Every time I sleep with her, I want to vomit. How can a body that has given birth to children compare to yours, which is still undeveloped?"

"She makes me take a shower right after being intimate. She wouldn't even let me touch her during her period. What a turn-off."

I didn't know when it started, but the person beside me had secretly rotted away. No wonder today was Zhou Jian's birthday, yet Zhou Siming dressed up like a peacock spreading its feathers. It turned out he wanted to show his student that he was still virile.

Tears silently overflowed from my eyes, taking me back thirty years. At that time, we were both educated youth sent to the countryside. Getting back to the city was harder than reaching the sky.

My father ran himself ragged, talked until his mouth was raw, just to find me an opportunity to return to the city. But looking at Zhou Siming, I couldn't bear to see him suffer, so I gave him the opportunity.

When my father found out, he beat me for three days and three nights. But in exchange, I got Zhou Siming's promise that he would marry me after returning to the city.

Zhou Siming was quite promising. He got into university half a year after returning to the city and married me as promised. After marriage, he treated me very well, handing over his salary and doing all the housework.

The first house, the first car we bought - all were registered in my name. When I was giving birth to Zhou Jian and had difficult labor, I personally heard him crying outside the delivery room, saying that no matter what, we should save the mother.

Even when his mother died and I was kneeling on the ground with others, he helped me up with tears and snot, saying Yujuan, you're menstruating, don't kneel, the ground is too cold.

In those years, the words he often said were: Yujuan, without you, there would be no me today. Everyone around me, including my parents, said that Zhou Siming was a good man who appeared once in three thousand years.

But now, the facts were before my eyes. He had indeed betrayed me.

After wiping away my hateful tears, my heart instead felt relieved, like a long period of cloudy weather finally welcoming a heavy rain. And I, in the thirty-year marriage scam, finally woke up completely.

Zhou Siming, I will make you pay!

4

After taking photos of Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou's chat records with my phone, I restored the tablet to its original state.

The next day, while he was at work, I had someone install cameras in the electrical outlets of all rooms in the house. The locations were hidden and the video quality was high.

Half a month later was our thirtieth wedding anniversary. To create an opportunity for Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou, I made up an excuse for myself:

"Siming, my friend signed me up for a senior citizens' tour group, and I can't get a refund. Let's celebrate our thirtieth anniversary when I get back."

A flash of surprise crossed Zhou Siming's face, but he quickly returned to his considerate demeanor toward me:

"Yujuan, as long as you're happy, anything is fine."

Yes, nothing would be more stimulating than having sex with a woman other than his wife on their wedding anniversary, right?

After leaving the villa, I booked a week's stay at a luxury hotel in the city center. In the steaming hot spring pool, I drank red wine while opening my phone.

In the surveillance video, Zhou Siming had indeed brought Tian Rourou back again.

"Daddy, today is your and Teacher's wife's wedding anniversary. Is this really okay~" "Should I leave?"

"Don't, daddy. My graduation thesis depends entirely on you!" Tian Rourou played hard to get, charming Zhou Siming completely.

"Since your thesis performance isn't good, then you should perform well in bed. If daddy is in a good mood, I'll let you pass directly..."

As they spoke, the two of them rolled onto the sofa. Even more ironically, hanging on the wall behind the sofa was our wedding photo.

After that night, I had someone burn the evidence I had photographed onto a CD as a fatal blow to Zhou Siming at the crucial moment.

After returning home from the hotel, I acted as if I had really traveled, describing to Zhou Siming how beautiful the scenic spots were:

"Siming, you really should go out for a walk." "Qingliang Mountain I went to was so beautiful!" "More importantly, the air there is fresh and sparsely populated. The guesthouses at the foot of the mountain were so refreshing that even my soul felt purified!"

My focus of course wasn't on the scenery, but on the guesthouses. Since Zhou Siming liked excitement so much, I didn't believe he wouldn't take the bait.

Sure enough, half a month later, Zhou Siming sent me a message:

"Yujuan, I've been under a lot of work pressure recently. I've decided to take a trip to Qingliang Mountain like you did before. Don't worry."

I turned around and confirmed with a teacher at his college that Tian Rourou had also taken leave that day, saying she was going out of town for research. Since the signal at Qingliang Mountain was poor, it was normal to be unreachable for a short time.

But because I kept mentioning it in Zhou Jian's ear, he also became suspicious:

"Mom, could something have really happened to Dad?"

After thinking it over, Zhou Jian and I posted a reward notice online:

"My husband is a university professor and an academic giant in his field." "On the evening of March 25th, he went to Qingliang Mountain with his female student to conduct research. Because my husband is elderly and the student is young, they lacked physical strength and got lost while hiking. We haven't been able to contact them since." "We're specifically seeking experienced search and rescue professionals online to help find them. Once found, we will give fifty thousand yuan as thanks!"

I also attached photos of Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou below.

5

This reward quickly sparked an online frenzy, with groups of enthusiastic people rushing to Qingliang Mountain. Even the local police were mobilized.

I sat comfortably in a massage chair, occasionally responding to comments under the reward, playing the role of an extremely worried wife:

"My husband is so outstanding. If anything happens to him at Qingliang Mountain, it would truly be a loss to the academic world!"

Enthusiastic netizens comforted me one after another:

"Teacher's wife, don't worry. Even without the fifty thousand, we have to turn Qingliang Mountain upside down for Professor Zhou!"

Finally, our efforts paid off. A day later, the police sent me a message saying Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou had been found, but their condition wasn't good...

I was delighted. After dressing up nicely, I took Zhou Jian to the police station.

The moment I saw Zhou Siming, I almost burst out laughing: That person was hunched over, covered in dirt and bleeding, completely different from his usual dashing image, more like a drowned dog.

Even funnier, he was a crippled dog - Zhou Siming had broken his leg. Qingliang Mountain was treacherous, and since he was in a hurry to hide uphill, it would have been strange if he hadn't broken his leg!

I deliberately squeezed out a few tears and pressed down hard on his broken leg with all my strength:

"Honey, our son and I finally found you. Do you know how worried we were..."

"Ah! Don't touch my leg!" Zhou Siming suddenly pushed me away, his face twisted in pain.

I almost fell, but Zhou Jian caught me:

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Having night sex with your female student on Qingliang Mountain was bad enough, and now you're treating my mom like this?" "Do you have any shame left?"

"No, don't talk about your father like that. He was just doing research!" "Mom, you're really..." Zhou Jian looked like he hated iron for not becoming steel, angrily turning and leaving.

But what he didn't know was that this was only part of my plan to take revenge on Zhou Siming.

While the gossiping netizens were present, I decided to fan the flames. So I pretended to question the guesthouse owner:

"Owner, you knew my husband was elderly. Why didn't you stop him from going up the mountain?" "He's so seriously injured. Can you afford to take responsibility? He's an academic giant!"

The guesthouse owner looked wronged:

"Heaven and earth can witness. On the evening two days ago, Professor Zhou and his student were doing research in their room. As soon as they heard someone was looking for him, he went crazy and took that girl up the mountain immediately. No amount of persuasion helped!"

The crowd suddenly fell silent. The next second, someone in the crowd said:

"So you're saying that Professor Zhou and the female student stayed in the guesthouse room that whole evening." "They only went up the mountain after they knew we were looking for him?"

I suddenly wanted to kowtow to this person: finally, someone discovered the key point.

"Siming, what's going on?" I covered my mouth, pretending to be shocked: "Rourou is your student and our son's classmate!" "We trusted you so much, yet you were doing this behind our backs... It's truly disappointing!"

I thought this would completely expose the scumbag and ruin his reputation. But unexpectedly, he smiled cunningly, leaving himself a way out:

"Yujuan, I'm innocent. I have a witness."

As he spoke, Vice President Zhao Liankai arrived. He was holding a silk banner with a group of teachers and students behind him:

"I think everyone may have misunderstood Professor Zhou and Miss Tian." "We were having an academic meeting all last night, and I was the one who sent them on the night climb to Qingliang Mountain for research." "Now Professor Zhou is injured from the research, and Miss Tian is frightened. What we should do is commend their academic spirit, not make insinuations and malicious speculation here." "Am I right, Yujuan?"

My face suddenly turned cold. I had lost.

6

Zhao Liankai was Zhou Siming's childhood friend, their relationship was stronger than iron. As vice president, he naturally didn't want the school to be in the eye of the public opinion storm, so he would definitely speak up for Zhou Siming.

And his sudden appearance showed that Zhou Siming had seen the situation was unfavorable and had called for reinforcements in advance.

As he spoke, Zhao Liankai took the silk banner and presented it to Zhou Siming with both hands:

"Professor Zhou, you have made great contributions to education. This is a banner the college prepared for you. Please accept it."

On the banner were eight glaring characters that looked extremely ironic: "A Role Model for Teachers, Boundless Merit."

Zhou Siming's eyes were filled with contempt and mockery, as if to say: So what if I cheated? You can't touch me.

If that's the case, then let the pig fly a little longer?

To avoid arousing his suspicion, I took the initiative to post a statement online.

"I believe my husband." "Please stop the malicious speculation and give them back their innocence!"

Netizens cursed me as a love-brained fool and a coward, pushing this news to the top of the trending topics. Below were waves of comments:

"Green hat auntie, if you're being kidnapped, blink twice!" "Previously a certain celebrity was caught getting head at night, now an academic giant climbs mountains at midnight. How exciting!" "A contemporary model of overt schemes, there must be a mastermind behind it!"

As the popularity grew, to quell negative public opinion and improve its image, the school posted an announcement on its official website saying that Zhou Siming would be appointed as dean of the college ahead of schedule for his meritorious service in being injured during research, and also awarded Tian Rourou the title of outstanding student.

I had originally wanted to use Qingliang Mountain to expose the true colors of this dog and woman, but instead, they had succeeded. I rubbed my temples and was about to rest when Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou sneaked back to the villa again.

So the house I bought had now become their love nest!

To find out what they were saying, I hid behind the curtains.

"Daddy, you're so clever. Otherwise, we would have been discovered!" "Hmph, thanks to Liankai for being willing to help me." "But that Chen Yujuan is so stupid. A little deception and she was fooled." "And she doesn't even know that I already transferred the villa to my name, hahahaha!"

A sudden thunderclap exploded in my head: The villa I bought for my son had actually been taken by Zhou Siming?

"Daddy, you're so strategic. Can't you help me solve my thesis problem?" Zhou Siming gave a sleazy smile and roughly squeezed Tian Rourou's slender waist:

"You little vixen, what's the rush? Once I become dean, I'll pass you directly!"

At this, Tian Rourou finally showed a smile again: "I knew I hadn't followed the wrong person~"

Soon the sound of clothes being removed could be heard in the room. While they were having sex, I sent a message to the real estate agent.

He quickly sent me the new property deed, which clearly showed: Zhou Siming.

This was the wedding house I had worked decades for to earn for my son! At this thought, I really wanted to rush in and tear them both to pieces, but reason told me not to.

After they finished venting their desires and left, I came out from behind the curtains. Looking at the lively Ragdoll cat in the room, I suddenly had an idea.

Because Zhou Siming was getting older, his stamina couldn't keep up, and he had to desperately drink water after any aerobic exercise. So I went to the veterinary shop downstairs and bought a bottle of medicine specifically used to stimulate animal estrus, pouring it into the water pitcher on the bedside table in the master bedroom.

I also replaced all the diffusers in the villa with ones containing ylang-ylang essential oil. This scent would arouse male hormones.

Over the next few days, under the influence of ylang-ylang, Zhou Siming indeed revived like dry wood in spring. He even took Tian Rourou back to the villa while I was away.

As soon as he closed the door, he couldn't wait to take off his coat and pounce on her:

"You little vixen, quickly give daddy a kiss. I don't know why these past few days, I've really wanted it!"

Tian Rourou twisted her waist and looked around worriedly: "Daddy, your wife won't suddenly come back, will she?"

Zhou Siming eagerly hugged Tian Rourou and gave her a kiss: "What's there to fear? This villa is mine now. Without my permission, how could she get in?"

7

Soon the sound of passionate activity could be heard from the bed, but it seemed unsatisfactory. Tian Rou complained somewhat dissatisfied:

"Besides getting drool all over my face, what else can you do?"

Zhou Siming was startled and quickly explained: "Baby, I'm just tired. Let me drink some water to recover, and I guarantee you won't be able to get out of bed!"

The next second, Zhou Siming reached out and poured a glass of water, gulping it down.

Little did he know that this was the water I had specially prepared for him with "ingredients."

Sure enough, five minutes later, the medicine took effect. Zhou Siming became so excited that his face turned red and his neck thick, veins bulging on his forehead as he breathed heavily like a bull:

"Rourou, I don't know why, but I feel myself getting stronger and stronger!"

He thought he was going through a second puberty and excitedly pounced on her. "Ah!"

Zhou Siming suddenly let out a groan from his throat, rolled his eyes back, and spat out a large pool of white foam.

"Daddy... Teacher Zhou! What's wrong, Teacher Zhou!" Tian Rourou's terrified cries came from the bedroom.

I almost died laughing. If I guessed correctly, Zhou Siming had had a stroke. Earlier when I accompanied him for a medical check-up, the doctor had said he had high blood pressure, high cholesterol, and high blood sugar, with signs of an impending stroke. He needed to maintain good lifestyle habits and couldn't overdo it.

Just now he was extremely excited and drank the drugged water, putting his body in a tense state. It would have been strange if he didn't have an attack!

Seeing Zhou Siming lying on the ground convulsing, Tian Roupan was scared out of her wits, her hands trembling as she called an ambulance.

Ten minutes later, the ambulance arrived. Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou were carried to the stretcher with their clothes in disarray and taken into the ambulance.

The commotion quickly attracted gossiping neighbors in the community. Someone recognized Zhou Siming:

"Hey, isn't that Professor Zhou and his student? How did they end up together?" "What? They were in the middle of that when one of them suddenly got sick? They deserved it!"

I coldly watched all of this and casually dialed Zhou Jian's phone:

"Son, your father has been hospitalized. We need to go see him."

Zhou Jian quickly took me to the hospital. Zhou Jian often said that Zhou Siming was his role model. But when he learned that his father had a stroke because he was messing around with his student, the respect in his eyes disappeared, leaving only disgust and coldness.

He walked into the hospital room, pointed at Zhou Siming's nose and questioned:

"Dad, aren't you disgusting? How could you even lay a hand on your own student, my classmate?" "You've shamed me and Mom because of you!" "Starting today, I've decided to completely sever our father-son relationship. A scumbag like you doesn't deserve to be a teacher, a husband, or a father!"

Zhou Jian's words pierced Zhou Siming like sharp swords. His arms struggled weakly, making whimpering sounds.

When we left with Zhou Jian, we happened to run into the disheveled Tian Rourou downstairs. Zhou Jian walked over and slapped Tian Rourou's face back and forth a dozen times:

"Tian Rourou, I was blind to have liked you and treated you as a friend, but you wanted to be my stepmother?" "A woman like you disgusts me!"

This drama soon attracted others' attention. Some even recognized them as the main characters from the Qingliang Mountain incident. So enthusiastic netizens pretended to be family members visiting patients, pointing at Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou every day, treating their hospital room as a check-in spot.

Some even more emotional ones brought funeral wreaths and chrysanthemums. Tian Rourou's face was swollen like a pig's head from the slapping. Coupled with nightly harassment, both her emotions and body completely collapsed.

I pretended not to see any of this, even treating the enthusiastic netizens who brought funeral wreaths to hot milk tea to express my thanks.

8

After returning home from the hospital, I took inventory of all assets under Zhou Siming's name and had a lawyer draft a divorce agreement. The agreement clearly stated that Zhou Siming, as the party at fault, would leave with nothing, and all property would belong to the wife Chen Yujuan.

When I took the agreement to Zhou Siming to sign, he put on a pitiful act, treating me like a monkey:

"Yujuan, this was all Tian Rourou's fault. She seduced me first. I found her annoying, so I just played with her a couple of times!" "Now our son has abandoned me. Are you going to leave me too, watching me live a miserable old age?"

Looking at the face that now made me physically nauseous, I sneered:

"You reap what you sow. Sign quickly."

Seeing that communication with me was futile, Zhou Siming lost his patience. But after glancing at the divorce agreement twice, he became so angry that his already crooked mouth from the stroke became even more distorted, saliva spraying out:

"Chen Yujuan, are you fucking crazy? How dare you make me leave with nothing? That villa is mine!"

I crossed my arms and looked down at him: "If you don't want to divorce, then don't blame me for exposing your and Tian Rourou's dirty affairs to the school and online, making you two internet famous." "Then everyone will see you two locked together in bed." "Next, you'll lose your job, social status, and respect just like you lost your son." "And, that dean position you've thought about your whole life."

I thought Zhou Siming would obediently comply and sign the divorce agreement at this point. But unexpectedly, he twisted his mouth into an evil smile:

"Chen Yujuan, don't think I don't know what you put in the water pitcher." "Based on this alone, I can charge you with attempted murder. Just wait to go to jail..."

Since I had planned this move from the beginning, I naturally had a backup plan. I looked at him innocently:

"Siming, what are you talking about?" "I did put veterinary medicine in the water pitcher, but that was specially prepared for Qiuqiu. You didn't drink it by mistake, did you?" "You know, she always likes to steal drinking water from adults. I had no choice but to prepare a water pitcher for her..."

And Qiuqiu was the Ragdoll cat I kept.

"You!" Zhou Siming was so angry he couldn't speak. But after some internal struggle, he still agreed with trembling hands:

"Fine, I'll sign!" "But you can't cause any trouble at next month's dean appointment ceremony."

Since he was leaving with nothing, the dean position was undoubtedly Zhou Siming's last straw. And he had thought about and fought for that dean position his whole life. Now that he was just one step away, he had to cherish it.

Thinking of our past kindness as husband and wife, I had originally planned to let Zhou Siming off at this point. But unexpectedly, I overheard Tian Rourou talking to him in the hospital.

"You old beast, Zhou Siming. It's all your fault that I've become a street rat, discussed by everyone every day. I want you to give me that villa as compensation!" Faced with Tian Rourou's threat, Zhou Siming wasn't angry. He beckoned her over with his finger:

"Rourou, you also know that all my current savings, real estate, and property have been taken by Chen Yujuan." "So?" Tian Rourou thought he was trying to evade and put her hand on the ventilator switch next to her.

This action was clearly telling Zhou Siming: If you don't give me compensation, I'll make you pay.

Zhou Siming sneered. His crooked mouth and squinted eyes looked even more terrifying:

"So I have a good idea." "You go find Chen Yujuan and use Zhou Jian to threaten her. Say that if she doesn't give you the savings and house, you'll tell everyone that you're also in a relationship with Zhou Jian." "She cares most about Zhou Jian. How could she tolerate a woman like you defiling her son?"

Only at this moment did I understand why Zhou Siming had agreed to the divorce. He was waiting for me here.

"Your reputation is already ruined anyway, so you don't care about that, right?" Tian Rourou smiled, snorting coldly through her nose:

"Are you even human? You'd even scheme against your own biological son?" Zhou Siming looked indifferent:

"Zhou Jian pointing at my nose and cursing me was one thing, but he actually wanted to sever our father-son relationship, so I don't need to consider him." "And after going through so much, I've come to realize. What sons and wives? Only money and status are most reliable!" "In the end, Chen Yujuan will give you some money no matter what. We'll split it, and once I become dean, I'll marry you. How about that?"

I wanted to laugh: Zhou Siming now had a crooked mouth and squinted eyes and couldn't even control his bladder and bowels, yet Tian Rourou actually hesitated. Because she was too young and didn't know that men's promises were often just bullshit wrapped in honey.

And Zhou Siming's greatest skill over the years was saying one thing to humans and another to ghosts. I just never expected he would be so shameless for money that he would even scheme against his own biological son!

Since that was the case, there was no need for me to give them any more opportunities.

9

After waiting a week, Tian Rourou indeed took the initiative to meet with me. Still at the villa, of course.

She crossed her legs, no longer having the well-behaved demeanor from our first meeting:

"Teacher's wife, I think you can see that Zhou Jian was interested in me before, right?" "So?" "Give me five million, or give me this villa. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone that Zhou Jian and his father were both dating me at the same time." "He's currently in the process of applying for graduate school. You don't want any complications at this time, do you?"

I sneered in my heart. I didn't expect Tian Rourou to be so stupid. Little did she know that her actions just now had been recorded by the cameras in the room.

But I still deliberately put on a terrified appearance and agreed to her demands:

"Okay, okay, I can give you whatever money you want, but please don't touch my son!" "Also, gathering that much money will take at least a month. Coincidentally, that day is Zhou Siming's dean appointment ceremony. After I go to the school to see him off, I'll bring you the money. How about that?"

Tian Rourou thought I was just a helpless housewife and naturally had no guard against me, agreeing without thinking. After seeing Tian Rourou off, I used my previous connections with Zhou Siming's colleagues to easily get all of Tian Rourou's family information.

I made home visit calls to her parents and brother and sister-in-law respectively:

"Hello, Rourou's parents. In a month, she will be participating in a very important award ceremony at school. The prize money is generous - a full five million!" "I was wondering if you, as her family, would be willing to attend the ceremony and give Rourou a surprise?" "Don't worry, I can reimburse your travel expenses..."

Tian Rourou's family of bloodsuckers's eyes lit up when they heard about the five million prize, actively requesting to attend in person. A month passed quickly. Zhou Siming, disregarding his health, eagerly left the hospital for his dean ceremony.

On the day he went to the school, I rarely offered to drive him there. Zhou Siming thought I still had feelings for him and was so happy his mouth stretched to the back of his head. Little did he know I was just trying to make him let his guard down so I could replace his retirement speech USB with the secret weapon I had prepared earlier.

After dropping Zhou Siming off at the school, I spotted Tian Rourou wearing a baseball cap in the crowd. Just then, Tian Rourou's parents called to say they had arrived.

After leading them to the auditorium where Zhou Siming was giving his presentation, I arranged for them seats in the back but where they could clearly see the big screen. Tian Rourou's family was very excited:

"That dead girl Rourou, with such a big prize she didn't even tell us. What an ungrateful child!" "When we get this money, let's first buy a house for her brother, then get a car!"

I smiled and didn't say anything. Suddenly there was a commotion in the crowd. Zhou Siming's dean appointment ceremony was beginning.

He sat in a wheelchair, dressed simply, as if he had truly dedicated himself wholeheartedly to the cause of education, making enormous sacrifices.

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhou Siming." "For thirty years, I have nurtured generations of students." "Now my hair is gray, and recently I broke my leg doing research. But all of this is for the cause of education, and I feel very proud!"

I almost died laughing sitting in the audience: Zhou Siming actually had the face to say that his disability and stroke were because of work?

"Next, please enjoy my work achievements from thirty years in the profession..." The screen went dark.

10

Immediately, the projector suddenly showed indecent images of Zhou Siming and Tian Rourou lying together:

"Rourou, as long as you make me happy, you don't need to write your thesis. I'll pass you directly!" "Does the tampon feel good, or does daddy feel good?" "A business trip to Qingliang Mountain at public expense. Has daddy been good to you?"

Everyone present was stunned, including Zhou Siming and Zhao Liankai. But this time the video was high-definition, solid evidence. As principal, Zhao Liankai could no longer help him escape blame.

Everyone held their breath watching the screen, afraid to miss any detail. "Hey, isn't that Professor Zhou and Tian Rourou in the video?" "My god, that's disgusting! No wonder my thesis never passed. It turns out I didn't have a daddy~" "I was too naive. I really thought they went to Qingliang Mountain for research..."

The crowd quickly became agitated. Some took out their phones to take photos, others pointed at Zhou Siming. Looking back, Tian Rourou was nowhere to be found. Her parents and brother, ashamed, claimed they would find Tian Rourou and break her legs.

"It's fake, it's all fake!" "Yujuan, you lied..." Zhou Siming roared from the stage and suddenly his eyes went dark as he fell from his wheelchair.

Of course, I knew what he wanted to say - he wanted to ask why I had deceived him. Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, blood sprayed three meters from his mouth, and even his eyes became unfocused.

Someone called an ambulance, someone called the police. After a while of rescue efforts, the doctor shook his head helplessly:

"The patient had a sudden rush of blood to the heart. He's already gone."

I nodded slightly, my chest filled with uncontrollable relief. I called Zhou Jian and told him Zhou Siming had passed away. Zhou Jian showed little emotion, casually saying "accept my condolences" before going back to his experiments.

That's right. Since Zhou Siming had done those disgusting things, the father-son bond between him and Zhou Jian, and the husband-wife bond between him and me, had already been exhausted.

Just as I was about to cover Zhou Siming with a white cloth, Tian Rourou, whose legs had been broken, rushed out from the crowd. She held a fruit knife and crawled to my feet but was kicked to the ground by a police officer.

She looked at me with hatred: "Chen Yujuan, this was all your doing, wasn't it?" "You were the one who played those videos on the big screen, making Zhou Siming and me be ridiculed by everyone." "You were also the one who called my parents here to watch me be a joke, causing them to break my legs and sever ties with me, right?"

Looking at her hysterical appearance, I only felt it was a pity: "Tian Rourou, if you don't want others to know, unless you don't do it yourself." "Also, I've seen your grades and records at school. If you hadn't wanted to take shortcuts, your future would have been very bright."

After speaking, I handed the police the evidence of Tian Rourou blackmailing me in the villa. Her bright future was completely destroyed on the day of Zhou Siming's retirement.

After a detailed police investigation, it was discovered that Zhou Siming had more than just Tian Rourou as victims behind his back. He had disguised himself as a refined professor on the surface but had been drawing big pictures for students behind their backs, or pressuring and violating them with excuses like delaying graduation or not approving their thesis, eventually developing them into objects for his own pleasure.

So even if he had lived, he would have been sentenced to death. And I never could have imagined that the person I had shared a bed with for decades was actually a complete hypocrite and demon.

After handling all this, Zhou Jian happened to receive an offer from a prestigious foreign university. I sold the villa and, taking all my savings, flew with him across the ocean.

As the plane took off, Zhou Siming, Tian Rourou, and all those unpleasant memories were all forgotten in the wind by me. Chen Yujuan's life was about to begin anew.