Chapter 5 A Trollop and Her Chastity Vows

For almost half a month, Shen Zhiwei laid in bed, resting at the hospital.

While her husband cheated on her, and her family betrayed her.

The nurses who watched her only felt pity, worried that she might crumble one day. Only, she did not. She prevailed persistently as if completely unfazed, visiting her son every day at the incubation ward.

She gazed down at the wrinkled, rosy cheeks of her baby plumping out the gently. He was still very small, but she could see Bo Yan in him.

Her lean, weakened fingers slowly and gently traced the smooth and limber skin of her precious baby boy's face...

Motherly love permeated from her very being, her gaze filled with utmost adoration—she finally understood what it meant to be a mother.

Watching him was enough; enough for her to feel that she owned the world.

"Grow up, my baby. Grow up well and healthy, my son, and Mommy will give you nothing but the very best...."

She looked nothing like the strong and resolute woman she was. Whenever she came to visit her baby boy and spent time whispering soft and tender words to him, she remained only Shen Zhiwei: the mother of her precious baby boy. For most of the time, he basked in sleep and peace. He was, after all, a baby only recently born from his mother's womb.

When night finally came, Shen Zhiwei would return to her own ward.

Suddenly, her phone rang.

The Caller ID display showed Bo Yan's name.

Shen Zhiwei's eye twitched. She lifted the phone and held it to her ear, tapping the "Answer" button. "Hello?"

"Ahhh, Brother Bo Yan! Faster, faster! Give it to me!"

“UNN! No, wait! That's my...”

"Ohhh, Brother Bo Yan... I love you! I really, really do!"

Lascivious moans and cries of pleasure came sounded from her phone, and Shen Zhiwei immediately felt a knot in her chest that made her so breathless that she felt as if she was falling into the darkest depths of the sea.

Still, she forced a disdainful snicker, making sure that her caller heard her, and she tapped the "End Call" button quickly. Almost immediately after, her phone chimed, signaling that she had received a message.

She barely managed to lock her phone when it was delivered, and the photo sprawled across the screen of her device. As she saw it, a feeling of a sudden frigid coldness swept her from head to toe.

There was a naked Shen Rou, lying in bed in Bo Yan's arms, both in obscene, compromising poses.

She stared down at her phone, not moving an inch as anger brewed in her stomach. "You just can't wait, can you, Bo Yan?"

They were not even divorced yet, and the baby was only born recently...

She looked away from her phone and listlessly looked down the corridor she would walk down every day to visit her baby. Tears moistening her eyes, her heart was now in a languid plummet off the precipice of hope. Her phone rang again—an SMS from Shen Rou intended to be the final nail in the coffin.

"I'm so sorry, Sister Zhiwei. I'm afraid that was a mistake by the slip of the hand just now..."

Shen Zhiwei's pupils contracted with suppressed anger. She tapped a short reply and threw her phone aside.

"A trollop making chastity vows is like a leopard trying to change its spots. It doesn't change what you are: a slut."

She first met Bo Yan seven years ago.

Bo Yan was her senior in school.

She remembered vividly how she was bullied after school, and the young, dashing Bo Yan had come to her rescue. She would never forget how they had run across the school grounds holding hands.

She could still see the rays of sunlight bouncing off the side of his handsome face in a dazzling gleam. She wrote about this in her diary and even wrote a lengthy study about him—dedicated to her love for him.

Everything was happy and sweet until she discovered that Shen Rou was also in love with Bo Yan.

With Zhou Jin's help, her sister stole her diary. Her memory harked back to the days when they would read the entries of her diary with disgust. The hours of them humiliating her for her love for Bo Yan, saying how she was batting out of her league, and only a pauper would be the perfect match for her...

Fate once again proved its affinity for irony when Bo Yan and Shen Rou eventually became a pair.

She jerked herself back to the present, her gaze resting on the white ceiling boards overhead as she felt tired.

All the years of perseverance turned out to have been nothing in the end...

Morning came quickly enough.

Shen Zhiwei changed herself. She called for a cab to meet her lawyer, after which she decided to visit the offices of the Bo Group.

For two years of her marriage with Bo Yan, she never once showed her soft and feeble self.

"Good morning, Mrs. President..."

Everyone bowed and greeted her as Shen Zhiwei drifted past them without paying any heed and entered the elevator. The doors slid shut, and the faces of the staff outside instantly changed, with some of them loathingly scowling, "Humph! She really thinks that she's Mrs. President‽"

"If not for the disappearance of Second Young Lady Shen, she'd never have had any chance of becoming Mrs. President here. The President himself is already bored with having her bossing him around all the time. I bet he's waiting for a chance to throw her out by her ear and divorce her!"

This was also a strength of Shen Zhiwei's: her ability to keep herself impervious to any gossip about her.

She reached the top floor where the President's Office was and found his assistant who muttered sheepishly,

"My apologies, Mrs. President, but the President is not yet here today."

She peered at the time. It was nine o'clock in the morning.

Bo Yan was never late to work; he always placed his work before everything else.

"I guess he really needs the rest after that session last night?"