“Are you talking about Auntie Wang, Wang Yajun?” Lin Qingyan frowned.
“Yes, her,” Lin Qingwan nodded.
“Impossible!”
Lin Qingyan denied it without a second thought. “Dad having an affair with Auntie Wang? That’s a joke!”
“Lin Xuan, what are you trying to achieve by making up all this?”
Lin Xuan was growing impatient. “Enough with the nonsense. Are you coming or not?”
Of course, they had no choice but to go.
“Alright, Xiao Xuan, we’ll go with you,” Lin Qingwan agreed, “but I have one condition.”
“Go on,” Lin Xuan said, leaning back with his hands behind his head, one leg crossed over the other, his tone casual and dismissive.
“If what you’re saying isn’t true, will you come back home and treat everyone better? Stop being so confrontational with us all the time,” Lin Qingwan said.
“Lin Qingwan, oh Lin Qingwan,” Lin Xuan sneered. “You’re really desperate to have me back, aren’t you?”
“When I was in the Lin family, you either ignored me or scolded me, always assuming I was the one at fault.”
“Now that I’ve left, you’re suddenly here, talking about making it up to me. Is this just to ease your so-called guilt? I bet if Lin Li and I ever clash, you’d still side with him without hesitation.”
“Xiao Xuan!” Lin Qingwan’s face turned pale as her thoughts were laid bare. “Since you’re unwilling to make any effort, then please leave. We don’t have time to waste on your so-called affair drama.”
Lin Qingwan never believed Lin Xuan’s words from the start.
In her eyes, Lin Chang had always been a good father and husband. How could he possibly have an affair?
“You’re right. Why am I wasting my breath here?” Lin Xuan chuckled bitterly.
He picked up his phone and sent a message.
His bodyguards stormed in, overwhelming the Lin family’s security and staff, who were no match for these highly trained professionals.
Within two minutes, they had reached the dining room.
“Who are you? What do you think you’re doing?” Jiang Shuqin demanded, her face pale. “Breaking into someone’s home like this is illegal, don’t you know that?”
She pointed toward the door. “Get out of here right now!”
The bodyguards didn’t even glance at Jiang Shuqin.
They bowed respectfully to Lin Xuan. “Young Master Lin.”
“Xiao Xuan, are these your people?” Lin Qingwan asked, frowning.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
“Lin Xuan!”
“You ungrateful child!” Jiang Shuqin gritted her teeth. “What are you trying to do by bringing these people in here?”
“Relax, I’m not here to cause trouble,” Lin Xuan said with a light smile. “I told you, I’m just taking you to see a good show.”
“Since you’re unwilling to come willingly, I’ll have to insist.”
Lin Xuan turned around.
“Take all three of them away.”
“Yes, Young Master Lin.”
The bodyguards began to restrain them.
“Xiao Xuan, you can’t do this to me! Ugh—”
A bodyguard stuffed a cloth into their mouths.
“Mmmph—”
They struggled frantically, but it was useless.
They were forced to follow Lin Xuan out of the Lin residence, while other bodyguards went to destroy the surveillance cameras.
They parked near Wang Yajun’s villa.
Lin Xuan, sitting in the passenger seat, pointed to a Mercedes-Benz. “Mrs. Jiang, take a look. Isn’t that your husband’s car?”
Jiang Shuqin followed his gaze.
The Mercedes parked in front of the villa was indeed the same model as her husband’s.
But it must be a coincidence, right?
Her eyes fell on the license plate, and her pupils contracted sharply.
It *was* her husband’s car!
Wasn’t he supposed to be working overtime?
Why was his car parked outside Wang Yajun’s villa?
Jiang Shuqin’s mind flashed back to Lin Xuan’s words—her husband was having an affair with her best friend.
No, that couldn’t be.
Jiang Shuqin shook her head.
These were the two people she trusted the most. How could they betray her?
Lin Chang loved her.
Wang Yajun was her best friend, devoted to her comatose husband. Besides, if it weren’t for Jiang Shuqin, Wang Yajun would never have joined Starlight Group and would likely be living a miserable life. Wang Yajun wasn’t the type to be ungrateful.
There was no way they would betray her.
Maybe her husband had come to Wang Yajun’s place for some business matter.
She must be overthinking it.
Yes!
She was overthinking it!
Did Lin Xuan really think he could sow discord between them with just a car?
How ridiculous!
“I know you don’t believe it. You’re probably coming up with all sorts of excuses to convince yourself otherwise,” Lin Xuan said with a smirk.
“This is just the appetizer. The main event is yet to come.”
Jiang Shuqin felt a wave of unease spread through her as she listened to Lin Xuan’s confident tone.
She wasn’t so sure anymore. Could Lin Xuan actually be telling the truth?
Lin Xuan didn’t rush inside.
He was waiting for Du Hui to send him a message.
Inside the villa, Wang Yajun and Lin Chang had finished dinner. Wang Yajun stood at the sink, washing the dishes.
She dried them with a cloth and placed them into the sterilizer.
As soon as she finished, Lin Chang wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Wang Yajun smiled knowingly.
She knew exactly how to entice Lin Chang.
“Chang, I still have dishes to wash,” Wang Yajun said, turning around to wrap her arms around his waist. “What are you doing in the kitchen? Could it be you can’t wait?”
“You’re right, I can’t wait,” Lin Chang said, breathing heavily. “Tell me, are you dressing like this just to seduce me?”
“And are you falling for it?” Wang Yajun teased with a giggle.
“You little minx!”
Lin Chang scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the second floor.
He had initially planned to take her to her own room, but then he changed his mind. He pushed open the door to Du Hui’s room.
“Chang, why are you bringing me here?” Wang Yajun asked, frowning.
“How about we do it right next to your husband? Let him see how his wife moans beneath me.”
Wang Yajun found the idea thrilling.
“Alright, whatever you say, Chang.”
The sound of their passionate moans filled the room.
Under the covers, Du Hui clenched his fists tightly.
That bitch!
Wang Yajun, that ungrateful bitch!
He’d make sure she paid for this!
Du Hui pressed the communication device Lin Xuan had given him. When Lin Xuan received the message, a smile spread across his lips.
“It’s time.”
Lin Xuan turned to his bodyguards. “Take them inside.”
Jiang Shuqin, Lin Qingwan, and Lin Qingyan were escorted into the villa.
Those shoes…
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes fixed on the pair of leather shoes by the entrance.
As they stepped inside, Lin Xuan pointed to a suit jacket draped over the couch.
“Mrs. Jiang, take a good look. Isn’t this your husband’s suit?”
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes widened.
It was identical to the one Lin Chang had been wearing that day.
This suit, which she had personally dressed him in just this morning, how could it be at Wang Yajun’s house?
And his phone.
It was here too! Boldly placed right on the table!
Lin Xuan watched with great amusement as Jiang Shuqin’s expression turned grim.
“Take them to the second floor,” Lin Xuan instructed.
As they approached, faint, suggestive noises reached their ears.