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Xinchuan looked at my flushed face and then glanced at Chen Feiyang, who stood awkwardly to the side, feeling somewhat helpless. "Let's go upstairs and talk," he said.
After saying this, he supported me while thanking Chen Feiyang.
"Mr. Chen, thank you for bringing her back."
Although it was a word of thanks, his cold tone sounded more like a declaration of ownership.
I was quite displeased with how he spoke and was about to voice my frustration.
But Chen Feiyang was not one to back down easily. "I heard you two had a disagreement. She drank quite a bit by herself today. If I hadn't run into her, being in a bar like that could be very dangerous for her. You should pay more attention to your wife."
"…"
Chen Feiyang's words were like adding fuel to the fire for Xinchuan.
Even I, in my drunken state, could see Xinchuan's expression darken visibly.
For a moment, there was an almost palpable tension in the air.
But perhaps I was truly too drunk.
I had no intention of stopping their exchange.
Maybe it was out of a sense of revenge; I genuinely wanted to see what Xinchuan would look like when he got jealous.
So I leaned against the wall, closed my eyes, and pretended to doze off.
I could hear Xinchuan suppressing his anger as he coldly replied to Chen Feiyang: "Thank you for the reminder. Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again!"
I didn't know whether the statement about Xinchuan meant he wouldn't let me go to the bar alone again or that he wouldn't allow Chen Feiyang to come near me.
In any case, his tone was filled with hostility, as if he had already decided that Chen Feiyang had ulterior motives towards me.
But clearly, he was just being kind by helping me get home at Qiqi's request.
Such a trivial matter made him incredibly jealous.
And what about him?
He spent all day sweetly dating his white moonlight, yet insisted on lying and claiming it was a work collaboration.
Men.
So hypocritical and double-standard.
I had intended to pretend to be drunk and let things settle for a while.
But I forgot that I was genuinely drunk.
As soon as I closed my eyes, my consciousness began to blur.
I couldn't even remember how I had fallen asleep against the wall yesterday.
When I opened my eyes the next day, I found myself lying in my own bed.
My head throbbed as if it were about to explode.
I quickly got up to make myself a cup of honey water.
The house was still empty.
Xinchuan was not home.
But I saw his coat casually thrown over the sofa.
Xinchuan had a bit of a cleanliness obsession and compulsive tendencies; he usually hung his clothes neatly on the rack.
For him to toss it aside like that usually meant he was in a hurry to leave or something else was going on.
In the past, I would have definitely helped him tidy up and sent it to the dry cleaners.
But now.
I couldn't care less.
I held a glass of honey water, slumped onto the sofa, and turned on the TV to bring some noise into the house.
I tried to recall how I ended up drinking so much last night and what exactly happened after Chen Feiyang dropped me off downstairs.
Unfortunately.
I couldn't remember anything.
The only thing reminding me of last night was the chat history on my phone, which showed just how harshly I had cursed Xinchuan with Qiqi.
After scrolling through the chat for over ten minutes, I kept repeating one phrase—
"This time, I am definitely going to divorce Xinchuan!"
"Leave! I support you!" Qiqi replied to me more than once.
To be honest, I've said this kind of thing before.
Isn't there a saying that goes—
In even the happiest marriage, there are 200 thoughts of wanting a divorce and 100 impulses to kill each other.
That saying is not wrong.
Although my married life with Xinchuan had been quite harmonious up until now, we still couldn't avoid arguments. After every fight, I would complain to Qiqi, telling her that I wanted to divorce Xinchuan.
I admit that what I said before was all out of anger.
But this time, it was for real.
I can accept that two people in a marriage may have disagreements and conflicts.
But I absolutely cannot accept infidelity from the other party.
Moreover, this time, it wasn't just a simple case of cheating.
Xinchuan had drugged my drink.
If I don't leave him now, it would truly be a case of wanting romance at the cost of my life.
After thinking it over, I decided to consult a lawyer about divorce first.
I picked up my phone and was about to search online.
A ready-made lawyer was just a call away.
"Chen Feiyang."
These three words jumped out at me from my screen.
I couldn't even remember when I had saved his phone number.
I picked up the phone. Feeling a bit embarrassed about my behavior last night, I said, "Hello? I'm really sorry for bothering you last night."
"It's nothing," Chen Feiyang chuckled on the other end. "I called to check if you're okay. From your voice, it sounds like you're sober now?"
"Uh... yes, I'm awake."
"That's good. By the way, Xinchuan didn't argue with you last night, did he?"
"No." Anyway, I didn't remember anything.
"Well, he seemed pretty angry last night. I was worried he might misunderstand something."
"It's fine, you're overthinking it." After all, we were getting divorced; misunderstandings were the least of my worries.
At that moment, something suddenly struck me.
"Hey, Chen Feiyang, I remember you're a lawyer, right?" My eyes lit up.
Chen Feiyang sounded a bit confused by my sudden question. "Um... yes. What's up?"
"What kind of cases do you usually handle?" I pressed on eagerly. "Are you familiar with divorce cases?"
"???"
Chen Feiyang probably didn't expect the business to come so suddenly.
When he saw me in the restaurant, his first question was cautiously, "Are you really going to divorce Xinchuan? This matter... has nothing to do with me, right?"
"What are you thinking? It has nothing to do with you." I couldn't help but scoff, then quickly gestured for him to sit down. "Please, take a seat."
Hearing this, Chen Feiyang sat down across from me, still somewhat skeptical.
I got straight to the point: "Divorcing Xinchuan shouldn't be too difficult, right? We have no children, and our shared assets are just the house and the car. He is at fault, and I don't want to give him a single cent."
"Are you saying that Xinchuan had an affair?" Chen Feiyang asked curiously.
These matters, if they were about someone else, I naturally wouldn't discuss openly.
But now that Chen Feiyang was sitting here as my lawyer, I couldn't hide it from him and could only nod in acknowledgment.
Chen Feiyang probably noticed that I didn't want to talk about it too much, so he didn't press further.
He simply and directly explained to me: "In this situation, you must first gather solid evidence of his infidelity to ensure you have a chance in court. Of course, I'm talking about filing for divorce. If it's a mutual agreement divorce, then as long as both parties reach a consensus, that's fine."
After saying that, he asked another question: "Have you discussed the divorce with Xinchuan? What was his attitude?"
"He disagrees." I answered straightforwardly.
Chen Feiyang paused for a moment: "You mean he disagrees with the division of assets?"
"No. He disagrees with the divorce."
"..."
In the television dramas, when a man cheats, he usually can't wait to divorce his wife and marry his new lover.
But in this case, where he clearly cheated yet refuses to divorce, I guess Chen Feiyang hasn't encountered many situations like this.
I noticed his expression was somewhat complicated. After hesitating for a moment, he continued to ask me, "In this situation, you could consider filing a lawsuit. But do you have any evidence?"
"I do."
I took out the photos captured by the private investigator and handed them to Chen Feiyang.
He took a look and frowned. "This won't work; these are too unconvincing."
"Unconvincing?" I pointed to one of the photos showing Zhang Yunxin leaning against Xinchuan. "They're practically glued together; what more do you need?"
"Calm down. I know this is hard for you to accept, but in court, this isn't enough to prove anything."
"Why not?"
"Photos like these could easily be candid shots or taken out of context. A judge wouldn't necessarily conclude that they have an improper relationship."
"What would be sufficient then? Do we need pictures of them kissing or going into a hotel?" I blurted out in frustration.
Chen Feiyang's face flushed slightly as he nodded. "Generally speaking, yes. The more evidence you have that proves their relationship is intimate, the better it is for your case."
"..."
Hearing those words, I was momentarily speechless.
I knew Xinchuan too well.
A person with such a meticulous and serious personality would never be seen flirting or embracing someone on the street.
After being married to him for so long, the most intimate gesture we shared in public was merely holding hands.
Want to capture a close-up photo of him and Zhang Yunxin?
Unless I installed a camera on his forehead.
Wait...
That actually might work!
"I have an idea!" I exclaimed, slapping my thigh in excitement.
This startled Chen Feiyang.
With a puzzled expression, Chen Feiyang looked at me and asked, "What did you come up with?"
"Just wait for my good news."
"Don't do anything reckless."
"Of course not!"
That afternoon, I made a trip to Xinchuan's company.
"I noticed you didn't bring your jacket today, so I brought it for you." I messaged Xinchuan, who was still at work.
Xinchuan quickly called me back, asking right away, "Anan, are you at my company? Where are you now? I'll come pick you up."
"No need. I have a spare car key; I'll just leave your things in your car and go."
"But you..."
"It's Friday, and it's almost two o'clock. You should be heading into a meeting soon, right? If I go up, I'll just be waiting in the office for you. It's better if I head home first."
I interrupted him before he could say anything more.
Xinchuan is a workaholic, meticulous about his job.
I knew he would never mix business with personal matters. He wouldn't neglect an important meeting for something trivial.
Sure enough.
After a moment of hesitation, Xinchuan replied on the phone, "Alright then. How about this: you wait in the car for me? I'll try to finish the meeting quickly and come find you. Later, I'll request to leave early and cook dinner for you, okay?"
"No thanks. You should focus on your work. I'm just passing by and have other things to do soon."
I remained indifferent towards Xinchuan.
I couldn't let him sense anything unusual.
Hearing my refusal, Xinchuan sounded a bit disappointed and anxious as he asked, "Anan, where are you headed later? It’s not another meeting with Chen Feiyang, is it?"
"Of course not. I just ran into him last night; he kindly offered to give me a ride home," I replied curtly.
Seeing my bad mood, Xinchuan didn't dare to ask further and simply advised, "Well, next time don't drink so much alone. It's dangerous. If you're out too late, make sure to call me to pick you up, got it?"
"…"
Whenever Xinchuan said these things to me, he always had that tone as if he were coaxing a child.
I used to fall for it, even wishing I could stay by his side forever, like a child who never grows up.
Unfortunately.
I now realize that was just self-hypnosis from being infatuated.
It's quite laughable when I think about it.
I used to mock Xinchuan for being lovesick, willing to give up a bright future for Zhang Yunxin.
Now that I think about it, what's the difference between us?
I didn't say much more to Xinchuan and quickly hung up the phone.
Afterward, I found his car parked in its usual spot.
I came here specifically to find him, and it wasn't just to deliver a jacket.
My real purpose was to install a camera on his forehead.
Yes, right on his forehead.
I used the spare car key to unlock the door and got in, then pulled out the gadget I had finally managed to buy after two hours of searching—
The dual camera dashcam.
This dashcam was originally the same brand as the one installed in Xinchuan's car, and its appearance was almost identical.
The only difference was that it could capture both the situation in front of the car and the activity inside it.
Moreover, the video recording was linked to my phone number.
This meant that I could see what was happening inside the car at any time.
It was simply perfect.
Xinchuan usually drove cautiously; since buying the car, he had never been involved in any accidents.
Unless something unexpected happened, he would never think to tamper with this dashcam.
He certainly wouldn’t discover what I had done here.
From now on, any intimate actions between Xinchuan and Zhang Yunxin in the car, or anything they said that could prove their inappropriate relationship, would become my strongest evidence in court.
Ideally, they would even admit to me drugging him.
At that point, I would not only ensure he left with nothing but also send them both to prison!
Having replaced the dashcam, I got into my own car and prepared to leave.
However, just as I drove out of their company’s parking lot, I caught a glimpse of a familiar figure on the street.
Zhang Yunxin?
How could she be here?
I recalled what Xinchuan had told me about their company's collaboration with Zhang Yunxin's team.
Could it be true?
Is Zhang Yunxin here for work?
But looking at how Zhang Yunxin was dressed, it didn't seem like professional attire.
She wore a flowing white satin gown and held a small Chanel bag. She looked more like a movie star on the red carpet.
My curiosity got the better of me, and I wanted to see why she was near Xinchuan Company.
So, I found another spot to park my car and stealthily made my way in her direction.
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