Why didn't you tell me earlier that my little sister is still waiting for me?

Lin Bufan drove to a high-end residential area according to the address on the file. After parking the car, he took the elevator upstairs and arrived at the door of "Zhuang Yan's" house.

He straightened his collar, which was not messy at all, and rang the doorbell.

After a while, footsteps were heard from the door, and it opened. A woman, seemingly in her thirties, dressed in home clothes but still retaining her charm, appeared at the door. She was well-maintained, with delicate skin and a hint of laziness and mature charm between her features. Seeing Lin Bufan standing outside, a flicker of obvious surprise flashed in her eyes. Then, as she looked him up and down—his handsome face, his tall figure, his outstanding temperament—any remaining wariness instantly dissipated, replaced by curiosity and... a subtle admiration.

the woman asked, her voice a little doubtful but without ill will.

Lin Bufan did not answer the woman's question. Instead, he looked at her calmly and said directly, "I came here to tell you that your husband Zhuang Yan has another woman outside."

The woman's expression froze for a moment. She stared at Lin Bufan in surprise, seemingly unable to process the news. After a few seconds, she seemed to understand something, her eyes becoming complex, a mixture of sudden realization and... inexplicable sympathy. She carefully examined Lin Bufan again, her tone becoming slightly erratic. "Oh... I see. So... was it Zhuang Yan... who messed with your girlfriend? Or... your wife?" She had clearly misunderstood Lin Bufan's intentions, assuming he'd been cheated on and was seeking sympathy or revenge.

What the hell is that look in your eyes? If you don't need your eyes, please donate them to people in need. How can a brother like me be cheated on?

Lin Bufan was about to explain: "No, I..."

The woman seemed to have already confirmed her guess. She interrupted Lin Bufan, leaning slightly against the door frame, her eyes moving boldly over him, even with a hint of provocation and temptation: "How is it? Are you feeling aggrieved? Are you angry? Do you want to...retaliate?"

revenge?

How did this get to the revenge stage?

Shouldn't I produce evidence and confirm its authenticity first?

Lin Bufan was stunned by the woman's sudden proposal and look: "Revenge?"

"Yes," the woman said with a meaningful smile on her face. She lowered her voice, her tone filled with a kind of desperate madness and suggestion: "He sleeps with your woman outside, and you sleep with his wife at home. Isn't this fair?"

As she spoke, without waiting for Lin Bufan's reaction, she actually reached out, grabbed Lin Bufan's wrist, and pulled him into the house with force! With a "bang", the door closed behind her.

Three hours later...

Lin Bufan lay on the soft big bed in the bedroom, looking at the wedding photo of the woman and Zhuang Yan on the opposite wall and fell into silence.

No!

How did the plot develop to this point?

Aren’t you here to cause trouble for Zhuang Yan?

Why did you get yourself involved in this?

What a loss! This is a huge loss!

Like Lin Bufan, Wang Hui also fell into silence, but Lin Bufan was looking at the wedding photo, while she was looking at Lin Bufan!

She really couldn't understand why any woman would give up the handsome, strong and durable Lin Bufan and instead choose Zhuang Yan, an old man who couldn't even last three minutes!

Is it because he is old, or because he doesn’t take a shower?

By the way, Wang Hui is the name of Zhuang Yan’s wife, and Lin Bufan just found out about this!

Just as the two were secretly sighing, the sound of the door lock turning could be clearly heard, accompanied by a slightly tired male voice: "I'm back."

The two people in the bedroom were stunned for a moment. The blush on Wang Hui's face faded instantly. She looked towards the door in panic, then turned her head abruptly to look at Lin Bufan, who was shirtless and still looking relaxed on the bed. She lowered her voice and said urgently, "Zhuang Yan is back! Quick! Hide! In the closet! Or... on the balcony! Hurry!" As she spoke, Wang Hui reached out and pushed Lin Bufan, urging him to hurry up!

Lin Bufan, however, seemed much more composed than Wang Hui. He rolled out of bed with alacrity, his movements quick and unhurried, even bending down to pick up his scattered shirt. His eyes quickly scanned the bedroom layout, finally settling on the glass door leading to the balcony. Beyond the window was the sky, over a dozen stories high, the wind howling between the tall buildings.

"Hold on, hold him still." Lin Bufan whispered to Wang Hui, his tone calm, unlike someone caught in an affair. He opened the balcony glass door, slipped out, and gently closed it again.

Wang Hui's heart was pounding, her hands shaking so much she could barely tie her nightgown. She took a few deep breaths, forced herself to calm down, smoothed her slightly messy hair, and then said, "You're back? Why are you here so early?" As she spoke, she hurried out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her, trying to block any possible sight of her husband.

However, what Wang Hui didn't know was that when she turned around and left the bedroom, Lin Bufan had already climbed out of the balcony window. His figure was like a gecko, clinging to the outer wall. Using his hands and feet, he climbed up with inhuman agility and speed, using tiny protrusions and window sills, and climbed up swiftly. In just a few jumps, he climbed directly to the roof of the twenty-story building.

Zhuang Yan was a middle-aged man in his forties, a bit plump, but still presentable. However, his expression carried a calculating shrewdness and a lingering sense of fatigue. He was bending over in the entrance hall, changing his shoes, when his eyes stumbled upon a pair of men's casual shoes by the shoe cabinet that clearly didn't belong to him or Wang Hui. He paused.

He stood up, his face darkening, and pointed at the shoes: "Whose shoes are these?"

Wang Hui's heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to remain calm. "Oh, that... that's what my brother changed into when he came over to get something, but he forgot to put it on." Wang Hui tried to change the subject. "Have you eaten yet? I'll heat up some soup for you."

Zhuang Yan, however, wasn't buying it. He was a man of deep suspicion, especially since he himself was not clean, making him even more suspicious of others. He ignored Wang Hui, his face gloomy, and began to search the rooms, his gaze as sharp as a searchlight. Living room, kitchen, guest room, study... Finally, he stopped at the closed door of the master bedroom.

"What are you doing?" Wang Hui stood in front of the door, her voice trembling.

"Get out of the way!" Zhuang Yan pushed her away and suddenly turned the door handle.

The bedroom was dimly lit with its curtains drawn. The large bed was slightly messy, but empty. The closet door was tightly shut. Zhuang Yan quickly stepped forward and flung it open—only neatly hung clothes lay inside. He bent down and looked under the bed; again, nothing was there.

There was no one in the bathroom.

Zhuang Yan frowned. Was he wrong? But those shoes… He turned abruptly and walked towards the balcony. Wang Hui's heart instantly rose to her throat.

The balcony was enclosed, with a few potted plants on display. At first glance, there was no place to hide. The glass windows were tightly closed, revealing a dizzying view of the sky. Zhuang Yan pushed open the window and peered out—the cold building exterior offered no place to rest.

He pulled his head back, his brow furrowing even tighter. Did he run out the door? But when he came back, he didn't see anyone.

"Zhuang Yan! Have you had enough of this?" Wang Hui suddenly grew bolder when she saw that Zhuang Yan hadn't noticed Lin Bufan. Her previous guilty conscience instantly turned into anger. "Why are you going crazy as soon as you get back? What are you searching for? Do you think everyone is like you, with something to hide?"

Zhuang Yan was outmaneuvered by Wang Hui. His face turned pale and blue. He pointed at Wang Hui's nose, his fingers shaking with anger. "You... stop spitting blood! What nonsense!"

"I'm talking nonsense?" Wang Hui sneered, her hands on her hips, her demeanor growing even stronger. "Do you really think I know nothing? Those ambiguous messages on your phone, the lipstick marks on your shirt, and the hotel bills you used as an excuse for a business trip when you never actually left Kyoto! Do you really think I, Wang Hui, am stupid or blind?! I've been holding back from exposing you just for the sake of our family! I'm saving a little bit of my dignity for you!"

She grew increasingly agitated as she spoke, years of pent-up grievances and anger bursting forth like a flood. "But what about you? How did you treat me? You've made it worse! And now you dare to doubt me? You're turning the tables on me? Zhuang Yan, have you lost your conscience?!"

Zhuang Yan was stunned by Wang Hui's barrage of questions. He hadn't expected Wang Hui to know so much. His aura instantly dropped, his eyes evading, but he still managed to hold on: "You... stop trying to change the subject! We're talking about you now! You brought this guy home! How are you going to explain these shoes? Huh?!"

"What do I need to explain? Do I need to explain to you?" Wang Hui had completely gained the upper hand at this point, her tone filled with disdain and contempt. "You, the governor, are allowed to set fires, but I, the common people, are not allowed to light lamps? Zhuang Yan, there's no such thing as that in this world! You're allowed to live a life of luxury and indulge in women, but I'm not allowed to find someone who understands my feelings and is truly a man?"

Wang Hui took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind. She said firmly, "I've had enough of this! Divorce! I'm going to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow!"

"Divorce?!" Zhuang Yan jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on when he heard these two words. Although he had been having affairs outside, he had never thought of divorce. Wang Hui's family was quite powerful and would help his career, and the cost of divorce was too high. He tried to play the emotional card, his voice filled with a hint of disbelief and "heartache": "Wang Hui! You...you want to divorce me just because of a wild man who came out of nowhere? We have been married for more than ten years?!"

Wang Hui looked at Zhuang Yan's hypocritical face and felt extremely disgusted. She raised her chin, her face showing a mixture of ridicule, pity and complete relief. She said word by word with incredible clarity: "Zhuang Yan, listen carefully. It wasn't until I met him that I realized that I had lived for over 30 years in vain! The past ten years with you were not as good as the few hours with him. He taught me what a real man is! You? You're not even worthy of carrying his shoes!"

These words were like the sharpest knife, piercing Zhuang Yan's most fragile self-esteem. All his disguise and composure collapsed in an instant, his face flushed red, veins on his forehead bulged, and an uncontrollable rage rushed to his head!

"You bitch from CNM!" Zhuang Yan completely lost his mind, roared, raised his hand suddenly, and slapped Wang Hui hard in the face!

Wang Hui had anticipated this. Instead of dodging, she thrust her face forward, glaring at Zhuang Yan with cold, provocative eyes: "Hit me! Just give it a try! Zhuang Yan, if you dare to slap me like that today, do you believe that tomorrow my eight brothers from my mother's family will come to your house and have a good chat with you? And by the way, they'll also tell your company bosses and all those girls out there about all the bad things you've done! Let's see who will be the one to lose face, you or me!"

Zhuang Yan's raised hand froze in mid-air. Wang Hui's words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing his anger, leaving only a bone-chilling chill and fear. He knew all too well the protectiveness and capacities of Wang Hui's brothers. If things got out of hand, his job and his reputation would be ruined!

His hands trembled and finally dropped weakly. His face was pale and his lips trembled, but he could not utter a word.

At this moment, the phone in Zhuang Yan's pocket suddenly rang sharply, breaking the suffocating deadlock. He hurriedly took out his phone and answered it as if he had grabbed a lifeline.

"Hello?...What? Now?...Okay, okay...I got it, I'll be there right away!" He answered the phone repeatedly in a hurried tone.

After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Yan didn't even dare to look at Wang Hui again. He lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "There is an emergency in the company and they asked me to go there right away!" After that, he hurriedly opened the door and rushed out without looking back, as if he was fleeing.

The door slammed shut, blocking out the sounds from the outside world.

Wang Hui stood there, stunned for a few seconds, as if all her strength had been drained from her. Then, she abruptly turned and sprinted to the bedroom balcony. She flung open the glass door and eagerly leaned out to peer down—the cold, straight exterior wall was bare save for a few closed windows and an air conditioner. She looked up again, only to see the monotonous buildings above her and the gray sky. The howling wind ruffled her hair and chilled her heart.

He... just disappeared like that? From this twenty-story building?

Wang Hui retreated to the living room, her eyes fixed on the pair of men's casual shoes in the hallway, so solemnly questioned. They sat there, the only physical evidence of Lin Bufan's presence. A wave of profound loss gripped her. The man who had brought her such an unprecedented shock, the man who had made her blurt out, "Over a decade of life wasted," had vanished like a sudden storm, leaving behind a mess and a void. She didn't even have his contact information.

Wang Hui slowly squatted down, her fingers unconsciously brushing across the shoe surface, and an absurd and satisfying feeling surged in her heart.

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