Li Lanxiang had come across it while scrolling through Moments.
Her former female classmate, a housewife, loved posting her reflections on the classes on Moments. Today, she was posting one after another.
"Husbands and wives should build on trust and present a united front."
Another post followed immediately, with a photo of hands pressed together. The caption read, "Grateful to Teacher Li for going into seclusion for a hundred days to pray for all of us. Thank you, my revered teacher."
Li Lanxiang immediately sensed something fishy.
A hundred days in seclusion.
Without showing his face for a hundred days, he could go to any corner of the earth. A clever move. He had probably planned it from the start.
Sure enough, within minutes, a group notification popped up, tagging everyone.
She opened the Sanmu Study Group. The pinned message read: Classes suspended starting tomorrow. Teacher Li will enter seclusion for a hundred days of cultivation. The date classes resume will be announced separately.
The living room lights were off, and her phone screen lit half her face. She sat motionless on the sofa, but her mind had already raced through three rounds.
She had originally planned to start her leave on the thirtieth. Now she could not wait.
One step too late, and the fish would be gone.
Back in the bedroom, she dug the lingerie she had bought long ago out of the bottom of her wardrobe and put it on. Standing before the full-length mirror, she turned slightly sideways, picked up her phone, adjusted the angle, and pressed the shutter.
She sent the photo.
This was explicitly written into her plan, and she carried it out without the slightest deviation.
Li Xiude replied in under thirty seconds.
"I'll book a room now. Presidential suite at a five-star