A good show?
Butler Wang's eyes lit up.
Young Master Lin never engages in low-stakes games. If he says it's a good show, it must be explosive.
As a lifelong lover of drama from Xia Country, how could he miss this?
"Young Master Lin, are you heading out? I'll accompany you," Butler Wang said with a smile.
"Butler Wang, didn't you say your foot was hurting? No need to trouble yourself. I can go alone," Lin Xuan replied.
"Young Master Lin, don’t worry. I’ve taken some medicine, and my foot doesn’t hurt anymore."
"Really?" Lin Xuan gave Butler Wang a suspicious glance.
He remembered Butler Wang complaining about his foot just an hour ago. How could it have healed so quickly?
"Young Master Lin, if you don’t believe me, watch this."
Butler Wang hopped a few times in place, looking completely fine.
"Alright, then come with me," Lin Xuan nodded.
As soon as Lin Xuan turned around, Butler Wang bent over, rubbing his knee, his face contorted in pain.
Ouch, his old bones were killing him.
Lin Xuan packed his things and got into a car driven by a servant from the night garden, a vehicle worth over 300,000 yuan, heading to Wang Yajun's house.
He only brought Butler Wang and a bodyguard skilled in picking locks.
They couldn’t be too conspicuous when visiting Wang Yajun’s home, lest her neighbors notice and tip her off, ruining their plans.
Lin Xuan had a rough understanding of Wang Yajun’s routine.
She rarely returned home during the day, only coming back after work.
She hired a part-time cleaner, who wasn’t there in the morning.
The bodyguard picked the lock, and Lin Xuan and Butler Wang boldly entered the villa.
At that moment, Du Hui was wandering around the house, looking at the photos of him and Wang Yajun hanging on the walls.
Du Hui picked up a photo of the two of them from the table.
All these years, Yaya never gave up on him…
Du Hui’s eyes welled up with emotion.
"Yajun, I will love you and make it up to you for the rest of my life."
Just then, a male voice interrupted.
"Wang Yajun doesn’t deserve your love."
Lin Xuan barged into the room.
Du Hui frowned, "Who are you?"
Lin Xuan smiled, "Mr. Du, I think we should have a good talk—about your wife."
Du Hui’s brow furrowed deeply.
Lin Xuan sat down on the sofa, "Mr. Du, do you know how your car accident 18 years ago happened?"
Du Hui frowned.
Eighteen years ago, he had indeed been in a car accident, hit by a truck, and lost consciousness almost immediately.
He had been in a coma for 18 years before waking up.
He had no idea what had happened during that time.
"Your accident might not have been an accident."
Lin Xuan handed Du Hui a photo, "Take a look. Is this the truck driver?"
"Yes, that’s him."
Du Hui recognized the driver instantly.
Then he noticed the woman standing next to the driver, and his eyes widened in shock.
Wasn’t that Yajun?
Why was she with him?
"I believe your accident was likely arranged by Wang Yajun."
As soon as Lin Xuan said this, Du Hui vehemently denied it, "No, it couldn’t have been Yajun. She would never harm me."
Lin Xuan handed Du Hui another photo.
It was a picture of Wang Yajun and Lin Chang. Though they weren’t being intimate, there was an undeniable air of closeness, as if they were a couple.
"This…" Du Hui was stunned.
Lin Xuan explained, "Wang Yajun and Lin Chang grew up together. Coincidentally, less than a week after your accident left you in a vegetative state, Wang Yajun became Lin Chang’s secretary at Starlight Group."
Lin Xuan walked over to the wardrobe and opened it, "There are also men’s clothes and personal items here."
Du Hui remained unmoved.
Those clothes could have been prepared by Yajun for him.
Lin Xuan took out one of the shirts and handed it to Du Hui, "Check if this is your size."
Du Hui looked at the label and frowned.
The size was one size larger than what he used to wear, and now that he was much thinner, the shirt wouldn’t fit him at all.
Du Hui said in a low voice, "How do I know you didn’t put these clothes here yourself? Besides, there’s no trace of a man living in this house."
"Mr. Du, that’s because Lin Chang’s wife, Jiang Shuqin, is your wife’s best friend. She sometimes visits, so Wang Yajun wouldn’t leave any obvious signs of a man living here," Lin Xuan said with a faint smile.
Wang Yajun was extremely cautious.
Otherwise, private investigators would have caught her and Lin Chang in compromising situations long ago.
Jiang Shuqin had tolerated Wang Yajun being Lin Chang’s secretary because she believed Wang Yajun was deeply loyal to her husband and wouldn’t cheat.
If Jiang Shuqin found out Wang Yajun was meeting another man, she would worry that Wang Yajun might try to seduce her husband.
So Wang Yajun couldn’t afford to slip up in front of Jiang Shuqin.
Seeing Lin Xuan’s confident expression, Du Hui couldn’t help but feel a sliver of doubt.
Could what he was saying be true?
But how could Yajun betray him?
"Whether what I’m saying is true or not, Mr. Du, your wife’s birthday is in five days. Lin Chang will definitely come to your house to celebrate with her. Whether your wife has been unfaithful will become clear then."
"However, for these five days, you’ll need to continue pretending to be in a vegetative state."
Lin Xuan handed Du Hui a voice recorder and two small communication devices.
"Use this recorder to capture their conversations. And these communication devices are for your safety. My people will be nearby. If you press this button, they’ll come to protect you immediately."
In his previous life, Du Hui had been killed by Wang Yajun, likely because he had let his guard down around her.
No matter what, Lin Xuan wanted to ensure Du Hui’s safety.
First, it was crucial for his plans.
Second, though he wasn’t one to be overly compassionate, after experiencing what he had in his past life with Qin Ruoyao, he felt a deep sympathy for Du Hui and didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.
"And this red communication device—if Lin Chang and Wang Yajun get too close, press it."
Du Hui held the recorder and communication devices, unable to hold back his question, "Who are you? Why are you helping me?"
"The Lin family is my enemy."
With that, Lin Xuan left.
Butler Wang was thoroughly satisfied with the drama he’d just witnessed.
Who would have thought the Lin family had such secrets? Wang Yajun, Jiang Shuqin’s best friend, was having an affair with Lin Chang.
Not only that, but Wang Yajun had orchestrated a car accident to leave her husband in a vegetative state!
This was explosive!
This trip was definitely worth it!