Divorced at fifty, I embarked on my path to success.

She exported the chat history and sent it to her own phone, then cleaned up all traces. A surge of violent anger welled up inside her, causing her fingers to tremble uncontrollably.

She locked the drawer, put the key back in the hidden compartment, turned off the floor lamp, and took the leather notebook as she left.

She closed the study door and quietly entered the master bedroom. Without turning on the bedside lamp, she stood like a ghost in front of Yue Jiangting's bed.

Yue Jiangting was snoring without any awareness, and a lump suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, as if he was dreaming about something.

Her hand slowly moved up to Yue Jiangting's neck, imagining what it would be like if he stopped breathing.

The moment her hand touched his skin, he suddenly rolled over, startling Mei Yusheng so much that she recoiled as if she'd been electrocuted.

She gasped for breath, as if her lungs were deprived of oxygen, and her hands trembled.

I fled the master bedroom in a panic and returned to my own room. It took a long time for the rain to subside before my turbulent emotions calmed down and I gradually calmed down.

She was terrified by the sudden surge of murderous intent within her; she not only had the thought but almost acted on it! She was shocked by the dark and terrifying thoughts within her.

She carefully put the leather notebook into her bag, took a shower, and changed into clean pajamas before her heart truly calmed down.

Before going to sleep, he would upload the chat history to the cloud to prevent it from being lost. This is another strong piece of evidence of Yue Jiangting's infidelity.

She took a melatonin pill and forced herself to sleep; she had a very difficult task to complete the next day.

Try to unlock the small lock on the leather notebook, see what's inside, and then quietly put it back to avoid alerting the culprit.

The next morning, when his son's family arrived, Yue Jiangting was still asleep.

"What happened? In my memory, this is the first time Dad has ever slept in late." Yue Guangzhi frowned in confusion and turned to go into the master bedroom.

Mei Yusheng felt a sudden throbbing in his temple, worried that he might wake Yue Jiangting and cause him to discover something was wrong.

"Your dad has been through a lot these past few days. He's finally calmed down and is feeling exhausted. Let him sleep a little longer!" The mother-in-law's words were loaded with meaning.

Mei Yu pretended not to hear it, turned around and went into the kitchen, avoiding her mother-in-law's gaze.

A few minutes later, Yue Guangzhi accompanied his father, who kept yawning, out of the room.

Yue Jiangting looked like he hadn't woken up yet; his eyes were bleary and he seemed unsteady on his feet.

"Dad, why don't you sleep a little longer and don't go to work today? I'll handle things at the company." Yue Guangzhi looked at him with concern.

Yue Jiangting opened his mouth and yawned again: "No need, I'll go. It's strange, I went to bed at eight o'clock yesterday, why am I still so sleepy?"

Mei Yusheng pretended to be nonchalant, but her eyes were secretly glancing at them guiltily. She took the initiative to strike up a conversation: "The more you sleep, the sleepier you get. Don't you understand such a simple principle?"

"Oh, right!" Yue Guangzhi nodded in sudden realization. "Mom really knows what she's doing!"

"I guess I've been too tired lately. It's finally quiet at home," Yue Jiangting said, glancing at Mei Yusheng with displeasure. "Get me a cup of coffee."

They truly are mother and son; even their subtle criticisms of her are identical.

"Okay!" Yue Guangzhi followed Mei Yusheng into the kitchen. "Mom, make Dad a cup of black coffee!"

Mei Yusheng pursed her lips. They were really good at ordering her around, as if she was born to be their mother.

Suppressing his anger, he made a cup of black coffee, brought it out, and placed it in front of Yuejiang Pavilion.

"Did you make millet porridge this morning?" Yue Jiangting reached for his coffee, brought it to his lips, and asked without looking up.

"I taught Xiao Zhao how to make it for you." Mei Yusheng took the opportunity to observe Yue Jiangting's complexion. He looked very tired and sleepy, so she didn't suspect anything and felt slightly relieved.

Yue Jiangting paused for a moment, snorted, but said nothing.

He couldn't help but yawn again, wondering to himself that he had never felt so sleepy before. Was he really getting old?

Yue Jiangting never imagined that someone would drug him with sleeping pills; he believed he had everyone in the family under his control. Even though Mei Yusheng's reactions these past few days had slightly exceeded his expectations, he was certain that Mei Yusheng was just venting her emotions temporarily. Sure enough, after more than a week of this, things calmed down.

He was confident that he knew Mei Yusheng well enough that she didn't have the courage to resist him. She could only depend on him for the rest of her life and wouldn't dare to do anything to him.

He attributed his morning drowsiness to the chaos at home and work during this period, which left him physically and mentally exhausted, or perhaps he was simply getting old and couldn't handle the stress anymore.

He is fifty-five years old this year. His son is already able to run his own company. He should be able to retire and enjoy his old age, but he is always reluctant to accept that he is getting old.

After finishing his coffee, his mind cleared a bit. He glanced at Mei Yusheng with his dark eyes, and the image of Han Caiyu flashed through his mind. The more he compared them, the more he felt that Mei Yusheng was definitely an elderly woman. Although they were the same age, and according to their birthdays, Han Caiyu was four months older than Mei Yusheng, they looked like they were more than ten years apart.

It makes one sigh that women must take good care of themselves; both inner beauty and outward appearance are equally indispensable.

No wonder he favored Han Caiyu. Han Caiyu was also over fifty years old, but she still retained her charm, while Mei Yusheng was far inferior.

Yue Jiangting shook his head in disdain and took out his tablet to watch the morning news.

At the dinner table, Yue Jiangting took a sip of the millet porridge cooked by the nanny, frowned, pushed the bowl aside, and his face darkened.

Neither the son nor the daughter-in-law dared to say much, but they secretly glanced at their mother and saw that Mei Yusheng was eating heartily as if nothing had happened.

After everyone had left for work, Xiao Zhao approached Mei Yusheng and cautiously asked, "Sister Mei, I cooked it according to your instructions, so how come Mr. Yue could taste the difference after just one bite?"

"It's okay, practice makes perfect, you'll get used to it eventually." Mei Yusheng coaxed Xuanxuan to drink some water and tidied his little schoolbag. "I won't make it anymore, they'll gradually get used to the taste of your cooking."

"Okay." Xiao Zhao frowned, picked up Xuanxuan, and went out.

Mei Yusheng returned to her bedroom, changed into a set of pure cotton clothes, opened her bag and looked inside. The leather notebook was lying there unharmed.

I grabbed my bag, hurriedly went out, and hailed a taxi to Zuimo Garden.

After Xie Mingqi finished breakfast and saw her husband and daughter off, she was about to send a message to Mei Yusheng when the doorbell suddenly rang.

She frowned. Who came so early?

As soon as the door opened, Mei Yusheng's face was right in front of him.

"Rain? Why are you up so early!" Xie Mingqi asked in surprise. "What happened?"

Mei Yusheng entered the room, plopped down on the sofa, and chuckled, "Let me catch my breath first."

From last night until now, Mei Yusheng has been in a state of high tension.

Only at Xie Mingqi's home could she completely relax and find peace of mind.

"Coffee or tea?" Xie Mingqi asked curiously. "Have you had breakfast?"

"Coffee, I need to perk myself up." Mei Yusheng stretched out her legs and half-reclined on the sofa. "Only here can I breathe the air of freedom."

Xie Mingqi quickly brought over two cups of coffee, handing Mei Yusheng a pure black coffee without sugar or milk: "You look like you've just been released from prison."

Mei Yusheng took a sip of coffee: "Almost there!"

She took out her phone and showed Xie Mingqi the chat history.

As Xie Mingqi watched, her face switched between different expressions and colors: "Ugh! Shameless! Two old loofah sponges, what are you pretending to be young for?"

"Two old scoundrels! How old are they? Do you think they can still do that?" Xie Mingqi's face turned red as she watched, and she simply turned off her phone and threw it aside. "If we keep watching like this, we won't be able to eat lunch!"

Mei Yusheng wore a mocking smile, but her eyes held a deep sadness.

"Did you get this from Lao Yue's phone?" Xie Mingqi asked curiously, looking up at him.

Mei Yusheng nodded: "I dissolved two sleeping pills in the millet porridge. He slept like a log. I secretly looked at his phone."

“And this,” she said, taking the leather-bound notebook out of her bag. “Do you have any way to open it?”