Let Him Grow Arrogant Before Bringing Him Down

They said that if you wanted someone destroyed, you first had to let him grow arrogant. Su Minghui wanted Zhou Guomin to become smug, convinced that everything was in the palm of his hand.

Then, when he stood at his highest point, she would deliver him a fatal blow. Only then would he fall hard enough to make up for all the years she had been deceived by him!

In order to make Zhou Guomin lower his guard, Su Minghui said goodbye to Fu Siwen after leaving the sanatorium, then followed Zhou Guomin back to the Su Household.

Zheng Xiuru stood at the door with the other servants to welcome her. She was dressed no differently from the other maids, but the probing look in her eyes was deeply unpleasant.

Of course. With Su Minghui gone for so long, Zheng Xiuru had probably started to think she was the mistress of the house. It was only natural that she would be unhappy now that Su Minghui had suddenly returned and put her back in her place.

Su Minghui did not spare her another glance and returned to her room surrounded by Zhou Guomin.

After a day of traveling, Su Minghui was exhausted. She had just finished showering and was about to get into bed when Zhou Guomin suddenly leaned over, his hands wandering restlessly over her body.

He deliberately lowered his voice. "You've been gone for so long. I missed you to death. How about tonight..."

Beside them, Su Leyun was so frightened that he immediately covered his eyes with his little hands.

This isn't something I should be watching. Scumbag Dad is terrifying!

Mom almost lost Dad, and you're still in the mood for this?!

"I'm tired." Su Minghui turned her head aside and skillfully put some distance between herself and Zhou Guomin. A trace of worry appeared on her face. "And whenever I think about my father's health, I get so worried that I really have no mood for this."

His desire interrupted, Zhou Guomin's face tightened. Yet he could not lose his temper at Su Minghui, so he could only grit his teeth and say, "It's only right for you to worry about Mom and Dad. I was too impatient."

Seeing his expression, Su Minghui did not even want to stay in the same room with him. Her eyes shifted as she said, "Lele will need his diaper changed tonight, and he'll need milk several times. He'll definitely disturb you. You're so busy with work, and I'd feel bad if you couldn't rest properly."

"How about you sleep in the guest room?"

Zhou Guomin was secretly delighted. He had still been wondering what excuse he should use to leave, but Su Minghui had actually come up with one for him. He pretended to be calm as he agreed. "Since you care about me so much, I guess I have no choice but to sleep in the guest room."

Su Minghui nodded. "Mm. It's late. You should go get some rest too."

After leaving the bedroom, Zhou Guoming did not head toward the guest room. Instead, he walked toward the servants' quarters, then familiarly turned into the room at the very end.

It was Zheng Xiuru's room.

Zheng Xiuru wore a black gauze nightgown and reclined languidly against the bed. The sheer fabric outlined her curvaceous figure. Though she had already given birth to three children, Zheng Xiuru had always been strict about maintaining her body. Barely three months after giving birth, she had returned to her former figure, and Zhou Guomin could never get enough of her.

The lust he had suppressed earlier rapidly swelled. Zhou Guomin impatiently embraced her from behind, his hands roaming all over her body with rough, violent movements.

His touch made Zheng Xiuru moan, though she sounded somewhat smug. "Why did you come over? Your wife actually let you leave?"

Zhou Guomin had already untied her dress. Even as his mouth remained busy, he did not forget to coax her. "My little darling is here. Of course I had to come no matter what."

Zheng Xiuru leaned softly against Zhou Guomin's chest and whispered in his ear, "You only know how to sweet-talk me. Qianqian is all alone at home, but you don't even care about her!"

She took his hand and pressed it against her swollen breasts, her voice tender and coquettish. "I can't nurse Qianqian, so this gets painfully swollen every day..."

"Doesn't Qianqian have a nanny taking care of her?" Zhou Guomin was busy plowing away and did not even lift his head as he answered. "As for you, this isn't even enough for me to drink every day!"

Zheng Xiuru wrapped her arms around Zhou Guomin's hairy head as some indecent sounds spilled from her throat. She coyly pushed his shoulder. "You're such a grown man, yet you're stealing a child's food. Besides, how can a nanny compare to a child's parents? Su Minghui can stay by her son's side, but I have to be separated from Qianqian. It makes me so sad!"

Sure enough, a man's brain could never be separated from his lower half. He hurriedly promised, "Alright, alright, don't worry. It's almost over. Our family will be reunited very soon."

Having received Zhou Guomin's promise, Zheng Xiuru immediately became more enthusiastic, servicing him until he moaned repeatedly. Everything was heard clearly by Su Minghui outside the door.

Zhou Guomin entered the room and shut the door without noticing Su Minghui coldly watching from the corner. She had followed him here, but this man had nothing left in his mind except what happened in bed. He had not even noticed such obvious tailing.

She had long guessed that this man would only behave himself once he was in a coffin. Seeing this now, she had not been wrong at all.

They were this blatant even while she was at home. What had they done when she was away?

Su Minghui sneered and returned to her room. Su Leyun had already fallen asleep, so she tucked in his blanket before turning toward the walk-in closet. She opened a locked cabinet, revealing a monitor displaying every corner of the house.

After agreeing to let Zheng Xiuru work in the house, Su Minghui had secretly hired someone to install hidden cameras everywhere. All the cameras were connected to this monitor, allowing Su Minghui to easily keep watch over every little thing in the house.

Su Minghui moved the mouse and reviewed the surveillance footage from while she had been away. The more she watched, the more nauseated she became.

Zhou Guomin and Zheng Xiuru had been especially wild. Not only had they done it in the bedroom, but there were also traces of their lovemaking in the living room, bathroom, kitchen, and even on the stairs. The footage was as explicit as certain adult films.

Thinking back, they had only done it once or twice a month at most. So it turned out he had been well-fed outside.

Even at that frequency, Zhou Guomin had always claimed he was exhausted. Now it seemed that after going at it from the bedroom all the way to the kitchen, it would have been strange if he were not tired.

If Su Minghui had still been the woman who loved Zhou Guomin wholeheartedly, she would likely have been heartbroken at the sight of those videos. But she was no longer the woman she had once been. Not only did she feel no jealousy toward Zheng Xiuru for taking her husband, she instead felt exhilarated, as though she held great power in her hands now that she had caught Zhou Guomin's weakness.

Su Minghui calmly copied those flesh-filled video clips onto a USB drive. She then glanced back at her bedroom and thought, Thank goodness I didn't see the two of them doing anything in this room. Otherwise, I'd be too disgusted to sleep tonight.

Still, after dealing with Zhou Guomin and Zheng Xiuru, she would have to get rid of this house too. Otherwise, the entire home would be filled with reminders of them in heat. Just thinking about it was disgusting.