Stepdaughter of a wealthy family? The little darling of a Beijing tycoon

Shen Jingshu looked at the scrolling comments and agreed with the netizens' insightful remarks. She continued slowly:

"Before she met you and got married through a blind date, her romantic history was very chaotic. It was common for her to date two or three men at the same time, and sometimes she had four or five men around at the same time. Many of them were just bed partners. Once the novelty wore off, she would break up with them cleanly and decisively."

The boy's pupils contracted slightly, his face filled with disbelief.

"Later, her reputation had already deteriorated, and by chance, she met you on a blind date. Your appearance and family background were all excellent, but you were introverted and not good at sweet-talking girls. You perfectly matched her criteria for a marriage partner, so she settled down and seriously dated you for a year."

"Once she got married and had the marriage as a cover, she completely let loose. Using her married status as a shield, she played around even more recklessly after marriage than before, and frequently went out to attend all kinds of parties and activities."

Shen Jingshu paused, then looked at the frozen-looking man in the camera lens: "Did your wife go out to participate in an event again tonight? She's recently become obsessed with cycling, joined a cycling group, and often goes cycling in the countryside with her group members to relax, right?"

"That's right, she did go out for a cycling party tonight."

The boy's pupils suddenly contracted, and a wave of emotion surged within him. He had stumbled upon the live stream by chance tonight, and it was his first time entering Shen Jingshu's live stream. However, the two previous divination cases were still vivid in his mind, and he knew in his heart that this master's divination was never just random nonsense.

But he was still trying to find excuses for his wife, saying in a low voice, "Cycling should just be a normal hobby. Many office workers are under a lot of pressure these days, and cycling helps them relieve stress. It's good for their health and doesn't cost much."

The comments section immediately erupted into a chaotic uproar.

[This young man is so honest and kind; he's still thinking the best of things.]

There's nothing wrong with hobbies themselves, but the circles one frequents may not be so clean.

I've been in cycling groups before! Some of them aren't just about cycling at all!

Stop keeping us in suspense! Tell us what happened!

Stop guessing, let Master Shen speak, we'll listen to Master Shen!

The screen was filled with comments urging him on. The socially awkward boy in front of the camera clenched his hands, his eyes filled with trepidation and eagerness, staring straight at Shen Jingshu on the other side of the screen, wanting to know the truth hidden beneath his hobby.

Shen Jingshu didn't beat around the bush any longer. In a calm tone, she slowly revealed the sordid truth behind it.

"Cycling is a very healthy outdoor sport, but the group your wife joined is not a simple circle of enthusiasts who meet up to exercise. It's a social group that uses cycling as a pretext."

The boy's body stiffened slightly.

"They claim to be going on a bike ride in the suburbs, but the real purpose is for a group of men and women to travel together. They symbolically ride a short distance during the day, and then indulge in fun and games at night after arriving at a guesthouse or campsite in the suburbs. Many of them are married and are hiding their affairs from their spouses. They use the name of cycling as a cover, and when their families ask, they just say that they are cycling buddies exercising together, so it is difficult for them to suspect anything."

The live stream chat instantly erupted in chaos, with the chat flooded with comments.

My goodness! I never knew such a circle existed! This is truly eye-opening!

Using exercise as a pretext to do this kind of thing is incredibly clever of a disguise.

[Poor young man, his wife goes out every night to attend these kinds of parties.]

The boy's face gradually paled, his lips trembled slightly, and he still clung to a sliver of hope: "But... every time she goes out, she sends me her location and takes pictures of the scenery along her cycling route."

"The photos and location information can be taken from other people's materials, or a few pictures taken when she first arrived to appease you. After dark, she can put her phone on silent and have fun," Shen Jingshu said calmly. "Your wife knows how to be tactful and knows how to leave evidence to dispel your doubts."

"So... so she secretly used contraception because of this?" the boy asked in a hoarse voice.

"That's partly true. Once she has a child, she has more responsibilities, and she can't go out and attend these kinds of parties as she pleases. So she would rather give a perfunctory answer about trying to conceive, but secretly take medication to avoid getting pregnant."

After hearing these words, the man felt as if all his strength had been drained away. He hung his head, his shoulders trembling slightly. Two years of marriage, he had eagerly anticipated having a child, arranged everything meticulously, and trusted his wife implicitly—only to find out this was the reality behind her back.

Besides, he's been too promiscuous outside, and she simply doesn't dare to have your child. If she does get pregnant, she won't even know who the father is. Moreover, after becoming pregnant, she won't be able to go out and have fun for a whole year. Even if the child is born safely, postpartum recovery and raising the child will completely tie her down, and she'll never be able to do what she wants again.

Shen Jingshu's voice was calm and objective, without a trace of subjective assumption: "If you have any doubts, you can verify them yourself. The location of their gathering tonight is a farm in the suburbs, about 20 kilometers outside your city. Many people will only believe the truth when they have solid evidence in front of them."

The person with social anxiety pursed their pale lips.

Even though Shen Jingshu's first two divinations came true, he was still unwilling to completely deny his wife of two years based on just a few words from a fortune teller.

It was 10 p.m., not too late. Traffic was light on the way out of the city, and the roads were clear. If you drove fast, you could reach the farm in half an hour.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with a struggle and determination: "Answerer, I'll go over there. I want to see it with my own eyes."

After saying that, he picked up his car keys, got up and walked out. The video call was not disconnected, and the phone was with him all the way downstairs.

The hearts of countless viewers in the live stream were in their throats.

Local netizens noticed the direction the boy left the city and immediately searched for the exact location of the farm, quickly posting the message in the live chat.

[Family members! I'm in the same city! This farm isn't far from here, and since I've got nothing else to do, I'm going straight over to check it out. I'll keep you updated on what's happening!]

The moment these words were spoken, the live stream chat exploded.

[Wow, that's impressive! Live stream!]

[Just start a live stream then, and we'll send you gifts and tips!]

Netizens were all calculating in their minds: if the socially anxious person really stumbled upon the truth and broke down emotionally, unable to maintain the video connection, they would still have a backup channel for receiving live updates, so as not to miss any subsequent developments.