Chapter 25 Cucked Countless Times


    The older woman looked at Bianca, whose expression had not changed at all. She thought to herself


    with full contempt, ''As expected of a homewrecker, she''s so cold-blooded and heartless! Her own sister


    has been insulted, but she doesn''t seem to care at all!''''


    Daisy was really regretting it now. If she had known this would happen, she should have used


    that insult on the b*tch instead!


    The subway had barely passed the East Gate station when Daisy could not hold it in anymore. She


    looked at Bianca and said, "How could you be so heartless, girl?"


    Bianca looked at her.


    How was she being heartless?


    At the same time, she was very curious. What else could this old Daisy hag say with her wagging


    tongue and utterck of scruples?


    Daisy red at her. "When we boarded the subway, you tried to take my seat, didn''t you? Look at me!


    I''m already over fifty, so why are you trying to fight me for a seat? You''re so young, but you''re not good


    enough to earn enough money for a car, so youe to the subway and steal the seats from us poor


    olddies who can barely walk! 1


    "Sigh, thank goodness my son is capable enough. He bought a car a long time ago!" Daisy looked so


    smug when she said that.


    When Marie heard that, her back straightened too. She turned around, not even bothering to hide the


    anticipation on her face as she waited to see Bianca humiliated.


    The other young people in the subway were insulted too. They did not earn much and could not afford


    a car, but some of them also thought that the subway was more convenient. Better that than getting


    stuck in traffic, i


    Nevertheless, the old woman was aiming that jab at Bianca, so the others just thought of it as a free


    sideshow.


    "I just graduated and returned to the country. My family wasn''t rich to begin with, but thankfully I worked


    a few more jobs when I was studying. I gave the money I earned to my elders at home so they could


    buy a car. After all, it''s fine for young people like us to squeeze in the subway. We shouldn''t let our poor


    elderly parents fight the subway rush, can we? That would be so unfilial," Bianca replied to the woman


    calmly, meeting her gaze head-on.


    Daisy red at Bianca, so angry she could spew fire!


    The other passengers in the subway beganughing again, but this time they wereughing at that


    troublemaking old woman.


    Would she go home and use her son of being unfilial, then?


    Just then, the subway reached another stop. Daisy could not stand all the sniggers around her, so she


    shoved some of the youngsters nearby aside and ran out of the subway, her expression stormy. 1


    Marie continued following Bianca.


    Bianca did not go anywhere after disembarking from the subway. She just wandered the busy streets


    slowly, asionally raising her head and looking at the impressive buildings in the city.


    Bianca had a dream, and that was to build a building that was meaningful to her.


    Marie followed Bianca down a street before she could not take it anymore. The sun was scorching hot,


    and it made her skin hurt, i


    Before she left, she looked at Bianca as though thetter was crazy.


    Bianca could not even keep her man, so why was she in the mood to go window-shopping?!


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    Marie then looked at the scorching sun and started feeling jealous of Bianca again. How could that


    woman stand under the sun for so long without ever growing dark?!


    A cab stopped in front of her, and Marie got into it angrily.


    She mmed the door shut and left.


    Bianca stared at the library in the center of the city, mesmerized. Finally, she took out her phone and


    found a better angle to take a photo, saving it in her phone. She nned to study it carefully when she


    went home.


    Only work could help her simplify her thoughts.


    Upon returning to her rented unit, Bianca put her bag down and changed into her slippers. She then


    went into her room and turned on her workptop, analyzing the buildings she had taken photos off.


    That took her until midnight.


    The entire afternoon, Jean had not called her or sent her any messages.


    It was past midnight after Bianca had bathed and nned to go to sleep when her phone vibrated


    twice.


    She frowned and walked over to take her phone, checking the messages.


    As she looked at her phone, there was another vibration.


    Three voice messages reached her phone in total. All of them were from Jean.


    Bianca raised her head and looked at the night sky outside the window. She clicked on one of the


    messages and listened.


    "Bianca, you''re the one in the wrong... but why am I the one out here drinking my sorrows away?


    "What happened to my pure and untainted Bianca? Where did you hide her? Give her back to me! Give


    her back!!


    ''Tell me, I pursued you for more than four years, but you never agreed to date me... Now we''ve been


    together for almost a year... So why won''t you... let me touch you?"


    Bianca listened to all three of Jean''s voice notes.


    She was afraid she would miss his suggestion to break up.


    However, he never once mentioned it.


    It seemed like she would have to be the first to mention breaking up...


    While Bianca was lost in her thoughts, her phone vibrated again.


    She clicked on the message.


    Wherever Jean was, there was a ton of background noise. He howled hysterically, "Why do you act so


    innocent? All you f*cking do is act innocent! I bet you’re real loose with the men behind my back. Are


    you lonely? I won''t look down on you if you have a steady boyfriend, but think about what sort of a life


    you lived in the UK! How are you any f*cking different from a hooker?!"


    Bianca''s pulse rose and fell like a rollercoaster, but she clenched her teeth and went back to her


    computer.


    Only work would allow her to clear her mind and stop thinking of anything.


    However, when she stayed up sote that her mind was going haywire, she still could not stop her


    thoughts from wandering all over the ce, i


    Bianca did not understand why Jean could not believe his fiancee, why he chose to believe Marie


    instead. In fact, he would rather believe a random olddy''s gossip.


    To think that his faith in her was this fragile.


    The next morning.


    Bianca walked out of the subway station, crossed one street, and walked two or three more minutes to


    reach the tall skyscraper she worked at.


    Just then, Jason Doyle emerged from a Bentley, holding a document file. He was in charge of sending


    the young master to English ss today, but he received a call from the boss on the way.


    The boss desperately needed this document he had left at home.


    nche sat in the car, swinging his short legs when he suddenly saw someone.


    "Miss Bea!" Over the past two days, he had been fretting over Miss Bea, wondering how she was


    doing. At the same time, he could not sneak off to see her again, but now he finally found her.


    He turned around and opened the car door. The boy then threw his bag away and leaped off the car.


    Bianca had stayed up most ofst night. Although she never had dark circles no matter howte she


    slept, she could not prevent her weariness from showing on her face. She had barely walked up the


    stairs when she saw a shadow fall over her.


    She raised her head and saw Jean Langdon standing right in front of her.


    "Move aside." Bianca did not have anything else to say to Jean.


    His eyes were bloodshot. He had stayed up all night drinking yesterday, and he looked like a real mess


    today, i


    "I wanted to apologize to you for the harsh words I said yesterday. But I''m finally calm now, yet you''re


    mad at me." Something sparked in Jean’s eyes, and he clenched his hands into fists. 2


    Bianca looked at this man, mystified, as though she had never really known him.


    What on earth was wrong with him? What made him dream up a world where his fiancee cucked him,


    not once, but countless times...?