Kang Shaofang took out his phone and opened an unread message. Three digits appeared clearly on the screen: "606."
His eyes filled with conflict, his expression twisted strangely. Gritting his teeth, he hoisted Jiang Xinting onto his back and walked out of the restaurant, one step at a time.
They were regulars at this couples' restaurant, so the servers, who knew they were married, suspected nothing. They merely wondered how Mrs. Jiang had gotten drunk so quickly.
Kang Shaofang put Jiang Xinting into his car, then drove toward the Spring Day Hotel.
Along the way, he watched Jiang Xinting lying in the back seat through the rearview mirror. The thought that he was personally delivering his wife into another man's clutches tormented him almost beyond endurance.
One wrong step, a lifetime of regret!
That night, he had failed to keep his lust in check and enjoyed another man's bride. Now retribution had come: it was someone else's turn to enjoy his wife.
Half an hour later, the car stopped outside the Spring Day Hotel.
Carrying Jiang Xinting on his back, Kang Shaofang took the elevator to the sixth floor. He opened the door to luxury suite 606 with a key card and tossed her rather roughly onto the soft, snow-white bed.
Her eyes were gently closed, her delicate brows slightly furrowed. A few strands of hair clung to her red lips, lending her an extra touch of alluring softness.
Unable to bear looking at her any longer, Kang Shaofang turned away in distress and left, shutting the door with a sharp bang.
Wan Hongshan's chauffeured car stopped at the hotel entrance. Watching Kang Shaofang hurriedly drive away like a beaten dog filled him with deep contempt and indescribable satisfaction.
*With a spineless wretch like that, even if I made