My ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my sister, and I got married to him in a flash; he went crazy.

I thought this woman would cry and make a scene after she found out he was married.

Surprisingly, Wen Luoyao's expression didn't change much. She calmly said, "I know. Uncle Pei said that you married a stranger in a flash just to spite him. You have no feelings for each other and no benefits from the marriage. You'll get divorced sooner or later."

Pei Yichen's brows furrowed into a tight knot. "Who said we'd definitely get a divorce?"

Just because Jiang Shutong's face is so similar to Wen Qinghe's, he can tolerate her no matter how annoying she is.

Wen Luoyao, standing before him, had taken Wen Qinghe's place and was enjoying all the love and affection that the Wen family had given her—love that originally belonged to Wen Qinghe.

"Brother Yichen, everyone in the capital knows I'm your fiancée. If you won't marry me, then I won't marry you..."

Wen Luoyao said angrily, with a hint of being a rogue.

"I'll emphasize this one last time: my fiancée is Wen Qinghe."

Wen Luoyao said matter-of-factly, "The one you were supposed to marry was the daughter of the Wen family, but now the daughter of the Wen family is me."

"Get out!" The man's forehead veins bulged, and he finally lost his patience.

Wen Luoyao knew that Pei Yichen was on the verge of losing his temper, so she didn't dare to pester him any longer. She pouted and turned to leave.

Just as he walked up to Li Kai, he was suddenly called out, "Stop!"

Wen Luoyao turned around with delight, asking playfully, "Brother Yichen, are you reluctant to part with me?"

"Where are the photos on my desktop?" The man's words sounded as if he were spitting out his back teeth.

Wen Luoyao's large, blinking eyes flashed with a hint of guilt. She didn't dare look him in the eye. "What, what photos? I don't know..."

Her lack of confidence completely betrayed her.

Remembering something, Pei Yichen immediately walked over to the trash can to check.

However, the black bag in the trash can was newly replaced and was completely empty.

The man's sharp, knife-like gaze suddenly fell on Wen Luoyao, causing her to flinch.

As for?

It was just a photo of Wen Qinghe, but it looked like they wanted to kill her.

She's really had enough.

She felt that she would live in Wen Qinghe's shadow for the rest of her life, and everyone around her missed her endlessly.

Pei Yichen took a deep breath. "Li Kai, go and call the cleaning staff over."

"Yes, Mr. Pei."

Li Kai quickly found the cleaning lady who was in charge of cleaning the rooftop.

The cleaning lady said, "Mr. Pei, all the trash for today has already been taken to the large trash can on the basement level."

Pei Yichen's sharp gaze fell on Wen Luoyao.

Wen Luoyao: ...

Ten minutes later.

The garbage collection point on the basement level.

Wen Luoyao covered her nose, her little face scrunched up, her voice almost crying, "Brother Yichen, why don't you just ask the cleaning lady to look for it? Why do I have to go find it..."

She is the noble daughter of the Wen family, how could she do something like rummaging through the trash?

The cleaning lady next to him quickly said, "Mr. Pei, what are you looking for? I'll go."

Pei Yichen remained unmoved, his cold gaze fixed on Wen Luoyao. "Why should someone else be responsible for your mistakes?"

Wen Luoyao gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, not daring to disobey Pei Yichen's words. She bit her lower lip, her eyes red, and stepped forward, looking like a wronged kitten, pitiful and vulnerable.

She had only taken two steps closer when the stench of decay emanating from the trash can made her turn around and gag.

She gagged so hard that tears welled up in her eyes. Through her teary eyes, she looked at Pei Yichen and said, "Brother Yichen, it smells too bad, I can't do it."

But the man's expression remained cold and hard as iron. "If you can't do it, then leave Boyu Group and never set foot here again."

Wen Luoyao: ...

No, she worked so hard to get this job, she can't leave.

It's extremely difficult to get an interview with Boyu Group.

If I leave this time, I'll never be able to get close to Brother Yichen again.

Then she might really not be able to become Mrs. Pei.

She looked at the five large trash cans in front of her, gritted her teeth, and continued forward.

The cleaning lady next to her handed her a brand new mask. "Ms. Wen, please wear this mask."

Wen Luoyao stared at the cleaning lady's dark hands and immediately looked disgusted, wondering how many trash cans those hands had emptied.

Despite the stench from the trash can, she reluctantly accepted the mask.

Fortunately, the mask was individually packaged and had not been contaminated by the cleaning lady's hands.

With a mask on, Wen Luoyao mustered her courage again and stepped forward, and the stench lessened considerably.

But it still smells terrible.

Although this is an office building, there is also an employee cafeteria. In addition to eating in the cafeteria, employees also order takeout.

Therefore, the stench of rotting food is very unpleasant.

Fortunately, there is garbage sorting here.

There were very few food scraps in the trash can she rummaged through.

With trembling hands, she began to search.

But after searching for a while, I still couldn't find the broken picture frame.

This morning, as soon as she entered Pei Yichen's office, her attention was drawn to the photos on Pei Yichen's desk.

She knew that the little girl in the photo was Wen Qinghe, and she was so angry that she smashed it on the spot.

Afraid of upsetting Pei Yichen, she threw it in the trash.

She thought that Pei Yichen would take at least several days or even half a month to discover that the photos on the table were missing, and then she wouldn't be able to blame it on him.

After all, he wouldn't spend days or even half a month reviewing surveillance footage just for a worthless photo.

To everyone's surprise, Pei Yichen discovered it as soon as he entered the office.

Wen Luoyao gritted her teeth in anger; she was actually no match for a woman who had been dead for twenty years.

Moreover, Wen Qinghe was just a little kid when he died.

Why does a little kid occupy such an important place in Yichen's heart?

After searching through most of the trash can without finding it, Wen Luoyao was so embarrassed that she stuck her whole head into the large, smelly trash can.

Even so, she didn't see the broken picture frame.

Sweat soaked her carefully applied makeup, and her hair stuck to her forehead.

The cleaning lady suggested, "Ms. Wen, why don't you empty the whole trash can? It would be easier to find what you're looking for."

When she took out the trash, the cleaning staff on other floors hadn't taken out theirs yet, so it's probably at the very bottom.

Wen Luoyao decided to follow her advice.

However, the trash can was heavy, which was not easy for Wen Luoyao, who was weak and powerless.

The cleaning lady wanted to help, but Pei Yichen stopped her with a cold look.

With great effort, Wen Luoyao finally managed to knock over the trash can, and its contents spilled out with a clatter. The tattered photo frame finally fell out from the pile of shredded paper.

"I found it, Brother Yichen!"

This was the first time she had ever been so happy to see Wen Qinghe's photo.

Upon hearing this, Pei Yichen's expression improved somewhat, but when he saw the photo frame in Wen Luoyao's hand, which was shattered into countless cracks, his face darkened again.