The only person Antina could think of was Meng Jingwei.
No one else would have reported to Xiao Cheng.
Moreover, Xiao Cheng never loved her, so why would he pay attention to the private matters of her daily life?
Xiao Cheng, with his back to her, slowly turned around. Seeing the photo album in her hand, he reached out and took it. He flipped to the last page and, holding the album towards Antina, asked, "You don't remember this photo, do you?"
In the photo, three men and three women were fooling around on a six-meter-wide bed. Looking at it now, it was simply eye-burning.
How could Antina not remember this photo?
It was etched in her memory.
This was on their wedding night. Xiao Cheng went to find Meng Jingwei late at night, and in a fit of anger, she invited her friends over for unrestrained indulgence, which led to these photos.
That time, Meng Jingwei came to Country C to accompany Chu Xue in search of Han Junyan.
It happened to be Xiao Cheng and Antina's wedding day, but Meng Jingwei sent a gift and did not attend the wedding.
That night, Xiao Cheng went to the hotel to see Meng Jingwei. They just sat and chatted for a while before he left.
However, when he returned home, he found that Antina was not there. He sent people to search for her and then discovered Antina fooling around with other men.
From then on, Xiao Cheng felt a deep-seated aversion towards Antina. Yet, Antina still pretended to be deeply affectionate in front of him, which was truly nauseating.
"So what if I know?"
Antina, in her embarrassment, angrily slapped the photo album away and stomped on it a few times in anger, "Can I be blamed for this? On our wedding night, you abandoned me to go see Meng Jingwei, so is it my fault? You were the one who had a mental affair!"
"Mental affair?"
Xiao Cheng did not get angry but instead laughed.
If one were to speak of a mental affair, it would be more accurate to say that he never loved Antina.
From the beginning of his marriage to Antina, it was only to bypass Meng Jingwei that he agreed to marry her.
Marriage itself was a transaction, so where did a mental affair come from?
"I will have the divorce agreement sent over again," Xiao Cheng did not want to argue with Antina. "If you don't agree, these photos will appear in your father's office tomorrow."
With that, he walked past Antina and left.
Just before going upstairs, Antina had confidently believed that Xiao Cheng was coming to beg her to let Meng Jingwei go. But who knew that Xiao Cheng was actually going to propose divorce to her.
Seeing him leave resolutely, Antina clutched her stomach and roared, "What about the child if you leave? Don't you want our child anymore?"
Xiao Cheng, his hand on the doorknob, turned his head and said, "Who the child belongs to, I think... you know better than I do."
"You... you... Xiao Cheng, if you dare walk out of this door, from now on, you will be my, Antina's, enemy!" Antina was almost driven mad by him.
If her feelings for Xiao Cheng were once a crazy liking, then they had evolved to this day, becoming an object she wanted to 'conquer'. Her strong possessiveness made her want to monopolize Xiao Cheng, even desperately wanting him to fall in love with her.
Alas, in the end, she still failed.
Antina slumped against the wall of the balcony, watching Xiao Cheng walk through the castle square and leave calmly.
When he came, he was alone.
When he left, he was still alone.
Antina had completely lost to Meng Jingwei but never understood what magic Meng Jingwei possessed that made Xiao Cheng love her so much and sacrifice so much for her.
Even though Qing Muye was indirectly responsible for his sister's death, for Meng Jingwei's sake, Xiao Cheng had delayed his revenge on Qing Muye!
Antina yearned for such a deep and unforgettable love.
However, one wrong step led to a cascade of errors.
From the night of their wedding when she learned Xiao Cheng had gone to see Meng Jingwei, Antina chose to retaliate against Xiao Cheng through "unrestrained indulgence." Thereafter, every time she learned that Xiao Cheng had met Meng Jingwei, she would use the same method to vent her emotions.
Over time, it not only became a way of venting but also provided great satisfaction and pleasure for her physiological needs.