My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Three hours ago, Kyoto.

A cafe called "Seven Color Time".

This cafe was located near the Kyoto Finance Academy. It had gone through more than 10 years of trials and tribulations, sending away countless graduates from the academy of finance from youthfulness to maturity.

Mo Yan sat on top of a seat near the window, looking out the window.

As night fell and the lights began to turn on, the road was still crowded with traffic and pedestrians were still in a hurry.

A pair of college couples walked by holding hands, the girl snuggled in the boy's arms, the boy looked down at the girl from time to time, the two smiled at each other, young and sweet.

When she and Chen Ming fell in love, they often held hands and walked into the cafe together.

At that time, Mo Yan had just graduated from the College of Finance and had limited financial means, so she rented a cheap rental house near the school.

The company was far away from the rental house, so Mo Yan had to get up at six o'clock every day and take a bus for an hour and a half to get to the office, often in time for breakfast.

Chen Ming had just joined the company, but fortunately the company provided accommodation for him, so he rushed to Mo Yan's office every morning to bring her breakfast.

In the evening, Mo Yan continued to finish the unfinished work in the cafe.

And Chen Ming would accompany her.

The two of them would order a cup of coffee, stick in two straws, and each of them would take a small sip, drinking from eight o'clock in the evening until the cafe closed.

Mo Yan remembered that after becoming familiar with the people at the cafe, the owner had once told her.

"A boyfriend who can't be bothered to order you a separate cup of coffee can't give you a happy life either."

Mo Yan was unconvinced at the time, thinking it was just the boss subtly expressing his displeasure at them ordering only one cup of coffee each time they came.

Unexpectedly, it was a self-fulfilling prophecy.

"Smoke, I'm sorry I'm late."

A man wearing a suit and glasses with a rather elegant temperament walked into the cafe and came in front of Mo Yan with a smile on his face.

Mo Yan looked up, his eyes moved, and stretched out his hand to point to the seat opposite.

"It's okay, please sit down."

"Smoke, after ten years, you're still so beautiful and coming up to be more refined."

Chen Ming sat down and carefully examined Mo Yan, exclaiming heartily.

"Heh, you haven't changed at all either."

Mo Yan picked up the bag beside her and placed it on the table, her tone seemingly sarcastic.

"Smoke, do you still remember? In the beginning, we always liked to have coffee here in the evenings, and when you worked, I came from far away from here to keep you company, for three months straight, without a single day's interruption."

Chen Ming leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, he was very tall and condescendingly scrutinized Mo Yan, feeling more and more that Mo Yan was even more delicious than before, and his body was becoming more and more attractive.

He pushed up his glasses, excitement and greed flashing in his eyes, but his voice was still full of nostalgia.

"Back then, we were also like this now..."

Chen Ming reached forward and wanted to hold Mo Yan's hand.

"Smoke, I really want to go back to the way I was before, I swear, this time I will spend my whole life to make up for the hurt you once suffered."

Mo Yan withdrew her own hand without letting Chen Ming touch it, she shouted towards the counter, "Boss, it's okay."

"Okay Le."

A man who was probably in his fifties ordered towards a few waiters, and soon, several of them brought up seven or eight cups of coffee at the same time, then returned to the counter, followed by another seven or eight cups.

After a few rounds, a total of thirty cups of coffee were densely packed on the table.

The owner himself brought over another plastic bucket looking for a garbage bag and placed it next to the table.

"Smoke, what are you..."

Chen Ming had prepared a lot of heartwarming words that hadn't been said yet, but now he was a bit confused.

"You just said that you accompanied me here for three months for coffee."

Mo Yan ignored Chen Ming's surprise and faintly said.

"But we've only actually been here thirty-one times, and we've only ordered one cup of coffee each time."

She gestured to the closely packed coffee on the table, "I'll admit, I was working and you were keeping me company, and these thirty cups count as what I owe you, and I'm paying you back one at a time."

"And then I have something attached for you." After saying that, Mo Yan opened her bag, took out a bunch of photos from it, and dumped them directly in front of Chen Ming.

"Smoke, what are you doing?" Chen Ming smiled, trying to ease the gradually becoming awkward atmosphere.

Only, when he picked up the photos, he couldn't smile anymore.

Every single photo was of him talking to another man, and a few of them could clearly be seen in the office of the CEO of Tian Hai Company.

"I hired a private detective, and these are all photos he took of you following you."

Mo Yan looked coldly at Chen Ming and continued.

"You and I both know exactly who this man in the picture is, don't we?"

"Smoke, listen to me, Mr. Feng..."

Mo Yan picked up a cup of coffee and splashed it directly on Chen Ming's face, then, amidst his screams and his hand-wringing over wiping his face with paper, calmly said.

"Feng Zheng, the CEO of Tian Hai Company, specifically found you in order for me to help him convince Lin Yao to sign that contract extension, he thought you would be my weakness, right? I'm curious, what did he promise you?"

Chen Ming saw that he had been dismantled and simply stopped pretending, he looked at Mo Yan angrily .

"Moist, you crazy woman!

Mr. Feng said that as long as Lin Yao is willing to renew his contract, he'll let me be the assistant director and you be the director, you already ruined me once back then, now you should make it up to me!"

Mo Yan looked coldly at this shameless man .

"You cheated on me at the wedding and you blame me for ruining you?"

"You put that kind of video out in public so I could never hold my head up in front of my family, friends and co-workers again, and the day after the wedding the company fired me!

But what's wrong with me? I just made a mistake that all men make!"

Chen Ming slapped the table and stared fiercely at Mo Yan.

"And besides you're responsible for saying you can't give it to me until after you're married! I'm a man too, why shouldn't I touch my girlfriend?

You know what they say about me? A man who can't afford a car or a house doesn't even get to sleep in his girlfriend's bed!

I was just venting my pain, but what about you! They secretly recorded me and Ran and even played it at the wedding!

You are a vicious madman, and you are living to destroy me!"

Looking at the hysterical Chen Ming, Mo Yan's eyes became completely cold and hard as she picked up the coffee from the table and poured a cup into the trash can next to the table.

"A piece of trash like you has no business drinking the coffee I bought!"

After saying that, he grabbed his bag and headed to the cafe door.

"Moyo, Moyo!"

Chen Ming didn't dare to yell anymore and quickly stopped her to plead.

"Lin Yao is just an artist you brought along, it's easy for you to get her to sign a contract extension, we have a relationship anyway, and it's good for you too, so why are you so stubborn?"

Mo Yan stepped on Chen Ming's feet with one high heel and strode out of the cafe amidst his howls.

Outside the door was still full of traffic, people coming and going, and the college couple that had just passed by the cafe once again walked past Mo Yan.

This time, the girl seemed to be angry, and the boy followed cautiously beside her, his hands and feet comforting the girl.

Mo Yan suddenly smiled as she took out her phone and brought up the wedding photo from ten years ago at the bottom of the gallery.

Placing her finger on the delete key, she then pressed down heavily.

Then, she sent a message over to some stupid X on WeChat.

"What are you doing?"

Silly X: "Sleeping, just finished recording the show, I'm exhausted."

Mo Yan: "Did I wake you up?"

Silly X: "Yeah, what do you want to see me about at this late hour? Trying to tell jokes again?"

Mo Smoke: "There's something very important I want to tell you."

Silly X: "What is it?"

Mo Smoke: "Get up and pee."

Silly X: "?"