"Sister Deng, my uncle and his wife have been divorced for quite some time now, so it’s normal for him to remarry." Tang Yue didn’t care who Tang Zhengyuan would marry, as long as it didn’t upset her parents or bully them. Upon returning to the restaurant, Tang Yue discreetly inquired about Tang Zhengyuan’s situation at the factory. Zhang Hualian glanced at her and said, "As for your uncle, he really has no plans to remarry now. I heard him and your dad talking about it when they were drinking together last time." "Is uncle not old enough to not remarry?" Tang Yue asked in return, picturing Tang Zhengyuan in her mind—under fifty, hardworking these past years, and overall, his spirit was one of positivity. When she heard that Tang Zhengyuan now only wanted to focus on raising Tang Min until she was grown and married off, without any thoughts of remarriage, Tang Yue’s impression of him improved slightly. People always say that having a stepmother means having a stepfather, and Tang Min’s temperament is quite odd. If Tang Zhengyuan were to bring home a new wife, and nobody looked after Tang Min, she feared... "I don’t know, but Wang Aihua, she has remarried," said Zhang Hualian curtly. "Who did she marry?" Tang Yue pressed. Zhang Hualian replied, "Seems she married some young boss, quite wealthy too." Tang Yue fell silent. Wang Aihua’s appearance wasn’t exactly stunning, so could it be that some young boss fancied someone like Wang Aihua? As for Wang Aihua getting remarried, Tang Yue didn’t care in the least; she wished she’d never have to see her again. Unfortunately, the world is just that small. The next day, when Tang Yue went to the store, she ran into Wang Aihua. Wang Aihua’s new husband was a small-time boss, and right then, Wang Aihua was wearing a bright red dress, with gold necklaces and rings adorning her neck and fingers, and a thick bracelet on her wrist, looking every bit the nouveau riche. "Hey, isn’t this Tang Yue?" Wang Aihua stepped forward in her red leather shoes, looking down at her with an air of arrogance and said, "Didn’t they say you got married? How come you’re not wearing any decent jewelry? Just a tiny gold ring on your finger?" Wang Aihua looked disdainfully at Tang Yue’s ring—which was indeed quite small—and then, showing off, she revealed the gold bracelet and ring on her wrist, saying, "Look, Tang Yue, this is the gold bracelet my husband gave me. I said no, but he insisted on buying it for me, saying a woman has to be pampered." Wang Aihua’s show-off attitude made the corners of Tang Yue’s mouth twitch in disdain. Standing next to Wang Aihua was a man with a pot belly, weasel-like beady eyes, and a large bald spot on his head. The man looked to be in his forties or fifties, dressed in a reasonable attempt to look dapper, yet his appearance left much to be desired. But then again, some people are attracted not to young and beautiful girls, or even to matured women with charm, but to the prospect of money, right? How could anyone be attracted to someone like Wang Aihua... a middle-aged woman? This thought crossed Tang Yue’s mind and was immediately dismissed; perhaps some people just prefer middle-aged women like Wang Aihua. "The color of the gold doesn’t look pure, could be fake," Meng Siyu stepped forward, blocking the man’s gaze. His sharp and cold eyes swept towards the man, who suddenly felt a sense of guilt. "Aihua, what is he saying? I cherish you so much, how could I possibly buy fakes? You saw when I bought these for you, didn’t you?" The man said affectionately as he took Wang Aihua’s hand, feigning deep emotion. The pretense nearly made Tang Yue sick to her stomach. When she saw her earlier, her gaze was lecherous, clearly not one of devoted love. But Wang Aihua was all about it; she looked at the man with a face full of bliss, then turned to Tang Yue with pride and provocation, saying, "Tang Yue, if you can’t afford it, you can’t afford it. How can you say it’s fake? This was bought by my husband from the Gold Store, costing several thousand bucks, how could it be fake?" "Real gold can’t be faked, fake gold can’t be real." Tang Yue didn’t want to talk to her anymore and dragged Meng Siyu away. Tang Yue normally didn’t like to gossip behind people’s backs, but this time she couldn’t help it, and said, "Wang Aihua really has no shame, at her age, not even looking at what she herself looks like, that man is clearly not sincere." As soon as she finished speaking, Tang Yue felt a sudden shock in her heart, feeling something was amiss, and asked, "Wait, Wang Aihua has no money, no looks, what does that man see in her?" "There’s something shifty in his eyes." Meng Siyu said, "Also, when I mentioned that the gold was fake, there was a sense of guilt in his eyes. That gold must be fake." "That man must be plotting something," Tang Yue was almost certain. By now, Wang Aihua and the man had left, and she was utterly charmed by him, almost unable to distinguish north from south. As for Meng Siyu claiming her gold ring, Gold Necklace, and gold bracelet were fake, Wang Aihua didn’t believe a word of it. She thought Tang Yue and the others were just jealous of her, envious that she could leave Tang Zhengyuan and still find such a wealthy boss. During this period, Wang Aihua had tasted what it was like to live the life of a rich wife. Although they were close, they hadn’t registered for a marriage certificate. Wang Aihua said to the man, "When are we getting our marriage certificate? Then let them all see with wide eyes that I, Wang Aihua, can still bag such a great husband." Wang Aihua had always wanted to take the man back to the village, driving around in a car, and then all those who looked down on her in the past would practically drop their eyeballs. "Aihua, I belong to you, and I have given you the money, are you still afraid that I’ll run away?" The man took Wang Aihua back to their place, and after some passionate moments, the man tidied his clothes. Though Wang Aihua was a bit older, she had a unique appeal and was particularly unrestrained in intimate moments. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⚫𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢⚫𝘯𝘦𝘵 "Aihua, I heard that, at Mingyue Clothing Factory, your ex-husband works there?" the man inquired. Wang Aihua nodded and said with disdain, "He’s just a fabric cutter, acting all high and mighty." "Do you want me to take revenge for you?" The man’s words had no sooner landed than Wang Aihua’s face lit up with excitement. Tang Yue shared the encounter with Wang Aihua today, and Zhang Hualian said, "I thought you were rarely home these days and wouldn’t bump into her, so I didn’t tell you. Who knows where she found a young boss, now she’s so arrogant her nose is nearly in the sky." "She might be getting scammed, right?" Tang Yue always had this suspicion deep down. "Who knows." Zhang Hualian had no good impression of this former co-wife, naturally, she didn’t care to pay much attention. Anyway, Tang Zhengyuan and Wang Aihua getting back together was impossible, so in the future, she would have nothing to do with her.