It was only the two minutes it took for him to descend from the top floor to the lobby, and Jiang Nanfang had already disappeared in a taxi.
The staff didn't know where she had gone either.
Just as Zhan Beijue was feeling annoyed about whether to call Jiang Nanfang himself, his phone suddenly vibrated.
He opened his phone, and instantly, his eyes darkened as if splashed with ink.
An anonymous number had sent dozens of photos to his phone, all related to Jiang Nanfang.
It turned out Jiang Nanfang had been with Xu Yanchuan all day today.
Going out together, taking a car together, chatting in the car together, dining together at a restaurant.
Feeding each other, laughing heartily together, chatting at the restaurant entrance together, gazing at the night sky together…
While I, Zhan Beijue, was sitting at a dinner party, with my heart elsewhere, my mind consumed with how to apologize to her, how to fall out with my mother for her sake.
She was actually dating and dining with another man, flirting and exchanging sweet nothings?!
Zhan Beijue's feelings at that moment could only be described as profound hatred.
For the first time in his life, he cared so much about a woman, yet she, time and time again, courted disaster and disappointed him.
Jiang Nanfang, who are you, what are you thinking?
I really don't understand you.
After looking at all the photos, a line of address was attached at the bottom.
It was as if someone was secretly monitoring him, knowing he was about to go find Jiang Nanfang, and had sent the address at just the right time.
Zhan Beijue had no time to investigate who was behind the number.
He just wanted to figure out where Jiang Nanfang had gone.
After seeing the address, without a word, he unlocked his car and immediately sped towards it.
Jiang Nanfang entered the studio and, seeing that the lights outside were off and only a faint light emanated from the bedroom, she pushed open the door and entered the bedroom.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, a pungent smell of alcohol hit her.
Didn't he say he had a stomachache and needed to go to the hospital? How could there be such a strong smell of alcohol?
And was he drunk and asleep, or had he passed out from discomfort, lying on the bed like that?
Jiang Nanfang walked over, squatted by the bedside, and reached out to touch Xu Yanchuan's face.
It was warm.
Unsure if he was drunk or had a fever, she could only shake him awake and ask him what was going on.
“Xu Yanchuan, Xu Yanchuan? What’s wrong? Wake up!”
She shook his head: “Didn’t you say you wanted me to take you to the hospital? Why is there such a strong smell of alcohol? Did you drink? Are you drunk?”
Shaking him vigorously a few times, Xu Yanchuan didn’t wake up. He merely turned lazily and swung his arm, resting it on her back.
“Stop it, it’s annoying, let me sleep.”
Jiang Nanfang tried to grab his hand: “Are you uncomfortable or not? If you were just drunk and texting to tease me, then I’m leaving!”
Xu Yanchuan seemed to have fallen asleep again, his eyes closed, unresponsive.
“Did you hear me speaking? If you’re fine and not uncomfortable, then I’m leaving. Don’t blame me if something happens!”
Unsure what Xu Yanchuan was dreaming about, upon hearing the person in front of him was leaving, he tightened his arm and forcefully pulled her towards him.
“No, don’t go, you’re not allowed to go!”
“Haven’t finished drinking, I want to drink with you, come, another two glasses!”
It had to be said, the difference in strength between men and women was truly significant.
Even though Jiang Nanfang had trained in martial arts, her weight was so little, and she was easily pulled down in front of him by Xu Yanchuan.
One person lying on the bed, and one person kneeling on the ground, propped against his chest.
Their faces were close, as if they were kissing. Zhan Beijue entered from the door and saw this scene at a glance.
He had repeatedly said that he would never marry again, that no man was any good.
Disliking men, and disliking women.
And yet, she was doing this?
Just a few days ago, she was happily playing in Bali with the children. Returning for just one day, she couldn't wait to throw herself into another man's arms, was she that desperate?
His entire body was burning as if boiling, and Zhan Beijue was so angry his hair was almost standing on end.
With a “bang,” he kicked the door open, immediately took out his phone, and dialed the police.
“I am Zhan Beijue, I am reporting a crime. I am reporting the sale of sex in Room 202, Commercial Building No. 2, Huijin District, Nan Hai Road, by name.”
Jiang Nanfang was struggling to push Xu Yanchuan away when she heard a loud noise from behind.
She quickly turned to look, and then she looked as if she had seen a ghost.
“Zhan Beijue? Why are you here too?”
“It’s so late, why are you here?”
Zhan Beijue ignored her, his gaze vicious as he watched her finish the call to the police.
The call ended, and Jiang Nanfang threw Xu Yanchuan's hand away, walking towards him in disbelief.
“What do you mean? Who are you reporting? Who is selling sex? Are you talking about me?”
“Aren’t you?” Zhan Beijue’s voice was so low it seemed to come from hell.
“I saw it all with my own eyes. Don’t you dare admit what you’ve done?”
Jiang Nanfang looked at him speechlessly, then at Xu Yanchuan.
“What did you see with your own eyes? Did you see us exchanging money, or taking off our clothes?”
“Besides, who I’m with shouldn’t have anything to do with you, right? On what grounds are you slandering me like this?”
Heh, who I’m with has nothing to do with me?
Zhan Beijue gritted his back molars tightly.
“Being so intimate, and that’s not enough? You have low standards for yourself.”
“So this is what you meant when you kept telling me how pure you were before.”
“As long as you haven’t taken off your clothes, just hugging and kissing is nothing. Jiang Nanfang, you’re a disgrace to all women!”
“You!”
“Get away! Don’t touch me with your dirty hands!”
His words were too harsh, and Jiang Nanfang was so angry she wanted to reach out and pull him. Zhan Beijue swung her hand away.
“I must have been blind, Zhan Beijue, to have a child with a woman like you.”
“I even considered getting along peacefully with you a couple of days ago. Jiang Nanfang, you’re too dirty, I finally see you clearly now, so dirty it makes me sick.”
Just because Xu Yanchuan, who was drunk, hugged her once, she was back to being that unforgivable woman in his eyes?
Jiang Nanfang trembled with anger: “Zhan Beijue, don’t push your luck with your words!”
“Smell for yourself, isn’t Xu Yanchuan drunk? He’s completely out of his senses, what could he do with me? If you’re going to slander me, at least be reasonable!”
Zhan Beijue let out a cold snort: “Slander? As far as I know, there’s a saying called drunken promiscuity. When you’re drunk, it’s easier to do things, isn’t that what you know best?”
Bringing up what happened years ago again to corner her, Jiang Nanfang was always left speechless by him.
“So you’re determined to frame me and tarnish the reputation of your child, aren’t you?”
“It’s you who will leave a stain on the child, not me. Scared now? What were you doing before?”
Saying this, Zhan Beijue pushed her aside, walked into the room, pulled the blanket off Xu Yanchuan and threw it on the floor, then grabbed his clothes and yanked him off the bed.
His strength was immense. Xu Yanchuan, in his daze, was dragged into the bathroom by him.
A few splashes of cold water on his face, and he finally woke up.
Just then, the police arrived, and the gleaming handcuffs were placed on Xu Yanchuan and Jiang Nanfang’s wrists.
“Zhan Beijue has reported you both by name for selling sex, please come with us!”
“Mr. Zhan, please come with us to give a statement.”