Li Mengyao was just benefiting from her husband's influence.
Now she stood tall and proud.
"Those who can't get the grapes will just say they're sour."
Li Mengyao glanced dismissively at everyone, then headed straight for her office.
Explanations?
Unnecessary!
After all, she had taken a taxi today. When Ye Yun came to pick her up at noon,
The truth would be self-evident!
At this moment, she vaguely understood the true meaning of Ye Yun's words from yesterday.
"I want everyone to know that you're living a good life with me!"
Sometimes, appearances were important!
However, as she entered her private office,
The once proud Li Mengyao gasped for breath.
Now she understood.
Why the wealthy wives in television dramas were unhappy.
It all boiled down to eight characters.
Glory in public, sorrow in private.
Was Ye Yun also seeing someone else outside now?
And she couldn't confide in anyone, having to swallow it all herself?
Meanwhile.
Ye Yun was sending Keke to her cram school.
Keke's dance class in the morning was taught by Wu Ziqiong.
Upon arriving near the dance studio, Ye Yun went to a nearby supermarket to buy a lot of snacks, fruits, and some ingredients.
Carrying two large bags, one in each hand, Ye Yun headed upstairs.
The dance studio was on the fourth floor, not very large, about seventy to eighty square meters.
However, during the renovation, mirrors were installed on three sides, making it appear quite spacious.
Coupled with its somewhat secluded location and the surrounding buildings being twenty to thirty years old, the rent was not too high.
If not for this, Wu Ziqiong likely wouldn't have rented such a place.
Upon reaching the entrance, Wu Ziqiong was greeting students arriving for practice, with Tongtong standing beside her.
Tongtong, with her sharp eyes, spotted Ye Yun and Keke and immediately ran over happily, hugging Ye Yun's leg.
"Uncle Ye, why are you here today?"
"I missed Tongtong, so I came to visit. Look, these are all gifts for Tongtong," Ye Yun said with a smile, holding up the two large bags of gifts.
Tongtong immediately beamed with joy, pulling Keke and Ye Yun along, and called out to Wu Ziqiong.
"Mom! Mom! Keke brought Uncle Ye! Keke brought Uncle Ye!"
Hearing this, Wu Ziqiong turned around and saw Ye Yun laden with items. She quickly told the children to go inside and hurried over.
"Keke's Dad, why are you here?"
Just like mother and daughter, they even asked the same question.
Because she had class today, Wu Ziqiong was wearing professional dance attire, which was similar to a swimsuit, her ample figure clearly visible.
Even Ye Yun couldn't help but nod.
No wonder Li Mengyao found her size small; there were truly top-tier assets here.
Perhaps it was the revealing nature of the dance attire, or the sight of Ye Yun again, but Wu Ziqiong's cheeks flushed slightly.
"Mengyao has to work overtime today, so I'm bringing Keke to class," Ye Yun explained. "And I haven't seen Tongtong for over a week, so I brought some things."
Looking at the bags of items in Ye Yun's hands, Wu Ziqiong's face turned even redder.
It was said that offering gifts without reason implied ulterior motives.
Could it be that Keke's Dad...
As Wu Ziqiong's heart fluttered.
"Where should I put these?" Ye Yun asked.
"Just anywhere is fine," Wu Ziqiong replied instinctively, then quickly waved her hands.
"No, no. So much food, you should take it back for Keke to eat."
"Auntie Wu, I have plenty at home! My dad and I picked these out ourselves!" Keke immediately chimed in.
"See, the child has spoken. Just leave them for Tongtong. I'll put them here, and I'll help you carry them down after class; they're quite heavy," Ye Yun said with a chuckle.
Without waiting for Wu Ziqiong's objection, Ye Yun walked into the dance studio, found a corner, and put down the bags, then asked,
"Do the children usually practice here?"
Inside the dance studio, over a dozen children in professional attire were warming up.
Seeing so many little friends, Keke turned to Ye Yun and said,
"Dad, Auntie Wu, I'm going to warm up now!"
"Mm."
"Mm!"
"Mm, yes, this is the place, we make do with it," Wu Ziqiong replied, lowering her head, only daring to steal glances at Ye Yun.
On one hand, Ye Yun was so thoughtful and would even help her carry things down later.
This warmed her heart.
On the other hand, the environment of this dance studio was too poor, and having Ye Yun see it made her feel inferior to him.
Ye Yun didn't overthink it. After putting down the bags, he sat on a nearby stool.
"You go ahead and work; it won't disturb your teaching if I sit here, right?"
"It's fine, it's fine. It's good for Keke's Dad to see; Keke is very talented in dancing," Wu Ziqiong said.
"I dance very well too! Uncle Ye, you have to watch me more later! Watch me more!" Tongtong proudly raised her hands.
When Ye Yun and Zhong Xintong first met, the child was frightened and hid behind Wu Ziqiong.
Now that they were familiar with each other, she was eager to show off.
Of course, it primarily depended on who she was facing.
It was only in front of Ye Yun that Tongtong displayed her childlike innocence and romanticism.
Watching Ye Yun sitting beside her, propping his chin, observing the children and her practice, Wu Ziqiong felt a moment of daze.
She even wondered if she had seen this scene countless times in her dreams, so warm, so happy.
Her husband sitting beside her, watching her and their daughter practice.
Thinking of this, Wu Ziqiong sighed softly.
What was she thinking? Mr. Ye was so outstanding; how could an aging flower like herself be worthy?
Returning to the front of all the children, Wu Ziqiong put on a professional smile and said,
"Children, we will now start learning stretching exercises. Come, follow the teacher. Stretch your legs, slowly, mm, very good, just like that."
The children attending the dance studio were generally young, so most of the lessons were basic.
There were quite a few children, over twenty in total.
However, Wu Ziqiong had a naturally quiet personality, a classical beauty.
Coupled with her high looks and good figure, she was well-liked by both students and parents.
Under these circumstances, Tongtong, as the teacher's child, must have been very popular.
One little child sidled up to Tongtong and whispered,
"Tongtong, who was that adult carrying a lot of things earlier? Is it your dad?"
The children's whispers were not quiet and were overheard by Wu Ziqiong, who was teaching movements in the front. Her cheeks immediately turned red all the way to her ears.
After all, divorce was something she considered shameful, and having it publicized would affect her ability to recruit students, so she certainly wouldn't announce it openly.
At least, most of the people who came to teach didn't know.
"That's my dad!" Keke also heard and immediately put her hands on her hips, declaring.
"Oh, oh, oh." The child who spoke immediately fell silent.
However, when Keke saw Tongtong's eyes dim slightly, she generously said,
"My dad can also be Tongtong's dad!"
This statement immediately made the dejected Tongtong's eyes light up.
"Keke, are you serious?"