My Wife Cheated on Me

Lin Meng wondered how such a coincidence could exist—but if she could transmigrate just by falling asleep, then it wasn't so strange that the world she'd transmigrated into was actually a novel.

So she searched the internet for "Yun Huaizhu," and the almighty internet laid everything about Yun Huaizhu before her—from her child-star debut to news that the Yun family was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Lin Meng had laughed then.

She laughed at how absurd this world was.

So she really had transmigrated into a book—and into that trashy, melodramatic novel that had made her stomach ache just reading it.

The novel had described Yun Huaizhu's breathtaking beauty in lavish detail, but to Lin Meng, no words could capture what it was like to see her in person. No amount of description could ever do justice to Yun Huaizhu's face. She was beautiful—so beautiful it was suffocating.

Ever since Lin Meng learned Yun Huaizhu existed in this world, she had followed her accounts on every platform. The algorithm kept feeding her Yun Huaizhu's stage performances and fan edits, which was probably why Liu Yun had mistaken her for a die-hard fan.

Lin Meng calculated the current date and cross-referenced it with the timeline of the first time Yun Huaizhu was abused, and was shocked to discover that Yun Huaizhu's differentiation into an S-rank omega happened on the very day she finished her twentieth birthday concert.

Yun Huaizhu's differentiation was the root of almost every tragedy. If she had never been hurt in the first place, would the story have turned out differently?

When the thought formed in Lin Meng's mind, she actually wanted to do something about it. If she wanted to prevent that heart-wrenching physical and emotional torment, she'd first have to meet the story's main couple—the top and the bottom.

But unfortunately, this time she had transmigrated into the identity of an unremarkable beta.

Ever since Lin Meng started reading yuri novels, beautiful women had occupied her thoughts day and night. She sometimes thought that if she ever transmigrated into a novel, she'd definitely use her excellent pheromones to attract beauties to cozy up to her—but she was just an ordinary person with no pheromones. Even after transmigrating into a novel world, she still had to work, and the only way she could see beauties was through her phone.

On top of that, she couldn't enjoy the social welfare benefits this world had established for rare alphas and omegas. Yun Huaizhu wasn't someone she could just meet whenever she wanted.

In truth, none of this was any different from her real life.

Lin Meng had originally considered hiring a paparazzo or a private detective to find out where Yun Huaizhu lived—as long as she could stop the plot from unfolding on the day Yun Huaizhu's concert ended, that would be enough.

But reality struck her another blow. If she really did that, her savings would be wiped out, and she'd be flat broke for the next month.

Of course, she also knew Yun Huaizhu was going to hold a concert soon, but the moment midnight passed that day and she clicked to buy a ticket, they were all gone. She suspected the website had a bug—her finger had tapped the screen for about a second. If it wasn't a bug, how could they sell out in a second?

For the past few days, Lin Meng had been weighing one question: should she stop the beauties she liked from tormenting each other, or be flat broke next month?

She'd been wavering between those two options lately. Even last night before bed, she'd been thinking about how to meet Yun Huaizhu. She hadn't expected that just as sleepiness hit, someone would hand her exactly what she needed—Liu Yun's ticket had come at just the right time!

Lin Meng snapped out of her thoughts and picked up the milk tea Liu Yun had just given her. When she saw the label said half sugar, she frowned slightly.

She didn't like half-sugar milk tea, but she finished it anyway.

……

Inside a private room on the top floor of a hotel, a woman admired her freshly painted vermilion nails. Someone beside her handed her a cigarette, and a quick-witted person on her other side hurried to light it.

The scent of menthol cigarettes spread with the smoke. At that, the people around her quickly chimed in: "Sister Tang, I've noticed Yun Huaizhu has been getting more and more disrespectful toward you lately. Want us to teach her a lesson for you?"

Su Yutang glanced at the speaker, then stubbed out in the ashtray the cigarette she'd taken only two puffs of. She looked very interested. "Sure. So tell me—how should we teach her a lesson?"

The person beside her wore a cunning expression. "She sold herself to you, so she should act like a pet. Whose pet gets to run around filming outside or holding concerts whenever she wants? Where does that leave your face, Sister Tang?"

A flicker of disgust passed through Su Yutang's eyes. "True. A plaything should know its place."

The person continued, "Since she cares so much about whether she can keep acting, why not make her announce her retirement from the industry at her concert in half a month, Sister Tang?"

The moment those words landed, Su Yutang's cold eyes shifted. Her powerful S-rank alpha pheromones filled the private room, and everyone who caught that dangerous rose scent panicked.

Just as everyone was wondering how to placate Su Yutang, her expression suddenly melted into a satisfied smile. She reached out and patted the alpha who had just made the suggestion. "Good idea."

With that, she seemed to be in excellent spirits. She took out her phone and dialed a number. The call connected after two rings, and an extremely cold voice came from the other end: "What is it?"

Su Yutang, looking pleased, extended her hand to admire her rounded vermilion nails. "In half a month, I want you to announce your retirement from the industry at your concert."

It wasn't a negotiation—it was an order, the way a master commanded a pet.

The line went silent. None of the screaming or begging she'd imagined came. After a moment, a heavy sigh came through the phone, as if the person on the other end were exhausted beyond measure. "Is there no room for discussion?"

Su Yutang couldn't help but sneer. "Still so naive. But I'm in a good mood today, so I'll tell you one more thing—I hope you can do what I've asked in half a month. Otherwise, even the life your Yun family has now won't last."

The line was silent for a long time again. Then, as if in compromise: "I know what to do."

Su Yutang was very satisfied. After she hung up, her mood improved considerably, and the people around her swarmed back in to flatter her.

"She still hasn't differentiated at her age—she's definitely just an ordinary beta."

"Exactly, exactly. For someone of her status to be by your side, Sister Tang, is already a blessing from several lifetimes."

"I never could stand that fake, pretentious attitude of hers. Now that her family's about to go bankrupt, isn't she still begging Sister Tang to spare them a bite to eat?"

Su Yutang picked up a wine glass and held it up against the crystal chandelier. The brown-orange liquid cast rippling light and shadow across her bright, bold face. "Isn't she just after money? I want to tell her—there are plenty of people willing to be Su Yutang's dog. If she can't seize the opportunity, then that's on her."

"Of course. In Jing City, with just a flick of your finger, Sister Tang, plenty of people would come running."

"Exactly, exactly. Yun Huaizhu just doesn't know her place. You've been too good to her, Sister Tang."

Su Yutang let out a cold laugh. "No rush. Training a dog takes time."

……

Meanwhile, in an apartment in the city center, a woman with a delicate, pitiable face sat in silence long after hanging up, as if her heart had turned to ash.

Her expression shifted from sorrow to calm, and finally to something terrifying and twisted.

*Crack—*

She raised her phone high and slammed it down hard. The screen, which had just been in use, shattered into countless cracks in an instant. Her fury was silent. Everything around her was swept to the floor, and the tidy room became a mess in moments.

No one knew how much time had passed before a middle-aged woman quietly pushed the door open and walked in. When she saw Yun Huaizhu's bare feet and the glass shards scattered beneath them, she quickly bent down and efficiently cleaned up the fragments.

"Miss, are you still going to hold the concert in half a month?"

Yun Huaizhu's beautiful eyes trembled slightly. "It is my last concert, after all. I want to say goodbye to my fans properly. Tell the manager to add a fan farewell event."

The woman nodded. She stepped forward and draped a blanket over Yun Huaizhu's thin shoulders. "Miss, even if you're angry, you must take care of your health."

Feeling the warmth of the blanket, Yun Huaizhu turned to look at her. She took the woman's hand, and tears slid down silently. "Aunt Fang, everyone will betray me—only you stay by my side."

The woman gently patted her hand. "I promised Madam, so I will never betray you, Miss."

Only then did Yun Huaizhu stop crying. Her gaze turned firm and sharp once more. "I won't forget what they've done to me. I'll remember every single debt, and repay it all with interest one day."

Aunt Fang looked at Yun Huaizhu with relief. "That's the Miss I know."

……

As the day of the concert approached, Lin Meng had been thinking a lot.

Yun Huaizhu had too many fans. Even with a front-row floor ticket, Lin Meng couldn't get close to her. And if she just snuck into the concert, she'd have a hard time getting Yun Huaizhu's home address, so she needed to try another angle.

Today was Saturday. The weather had suddenly warmed, though only for a few days. Lin Meng wore a gray coat and a hat, her face completely covered by a mask.

Lin Meng figured that for something like this, she should disguise herself until even her own mother wouldn't recognize her.

This was an old-style street near the slums of Jing City. The moment Lin Meng arrived, she felt like she'd been transported back to her childhood. In her original world, she had grown up on an old street just like this, so even though the news said this area had frequent robberies and thefts, she wasn't particularly afraid.

Finally, guided by helpful netizens, she found a shop called "Old Li's Phone and Computer Repair." The blue signboard was so faded it had lost its color. Lin Meng hesitated when she arrived, but in the end, she walked in.

The shop was piled with old computer towers, and outdated phones filled cardboard boxes covered in dust.

Lin Meng's heart sank again at the sight.

Did this place really sell the kind of thing netizens had mentioned?

Just as Lin Meng was spacing out, a woman in her thirties who had been repairing a computer nearby—blending right into the dusty surroundings, wearing glasses as thick as beer bottles—spoke up. "Hey, what are you here for?"

Lin Meng snapped back to attention. She figured that since she was already here, she might as well ask before leaving. She cautiously stepped forward. "Someone referred me here. I heard you can custom-make miniature listening devices and trackers, right?"

The woman with thick glasses saw Lin Meng—dressed so suspiciously—asking her this, and instantly became wary. "I... my little shop is a legitimate business! I don't do anything illegal or criminal!"

Lin Meng was speechless.

You sell this kind of stuff, and it's still legitimate business?

But now wasn't the time to dwell on that. Lin Meng's eyes quickly filled with tears. She suddenly raised her head, wearing a stubborn, strong yet helpless expression, as if refusing to let the tears fall. "My wife cheated on me..."