usenovelgroup Chapter 162 Su Qingge heard this: System? Which vixen is that?
Chapter 162 Su Qingge heard this: System? Which vixen is that?
The night was as dark as ink, and the air in the master bedroom of the villa was thick with the smell of gunpowder about to explode.
Lin Zhou was thrown onto the soft European-style bed like a lump of mud. One of his shoes was kicked off, and his suit jacket was wrinkled and wrapped around his body, making him look both disheveled and pitiful.
Su Qingge stood by the bed, clutching her unlocked phone tightly in her hand. The faint light from the screen illuminated her ever-changing face.
Her eyes were sharp, like a newly sharpened scalpel, ready to dissect the secrets of the man before her, bit by bit.
"hope Tong, is it? I'd like to see who you are."
She took a deep breath and opened her WeChat contacts.
My fingers flew across the screen, from A to Z, my eyes glued to every single note.
General Manager Zhang, Director Li, Brother Qiang the fishmonger, Little Wang the water deliveryman...
The contact list was shockingly clean, containing only work colleagues and some service personnel; there wasn't even a single female profile picture that was even slightly suggestive.
Su Qingge frowned.
I don't believe in superstitions.
She then opened the search box and typed in "Xi Tong".
No search results found.
Then type "希彤".
No search results found.
She even tried homophones like "Xitong" and "Xitong," but still got nothing.
"Deleted?"
Su Qingge sneered, threw her phone on the blanket, crossed her arms, and looked down at the man who was still fast asleep.
"Well done, Lin Zhou. Your counter-surveillance skills are pretty strong."
"They deleted it so cleanly? Looks like a pro."
In the past, she might have thought she misheard or that it was just a misunderstanding.
But at this moment, her woman's sixth sense is frantically alarming her.
The absence of any trace is itself the biggest suspicious point!
How could a normal man's contact list be this clean? It's clearly been deliberately cleaned to cover something up!
The more I think about it, the angrier I get.
In her mind, she had already begun to automatically fill in an eighty-episode drama of love and feuds in a wealthy family: Lin Zhou was on the surface a perfect husband who lived off his wife, but behind the scenes he was using another encrypted phone and keeping a canary named "hope Tong".
That woman might be young and beautiful, or she might be pitiful. Every time Lin Zhou made money, he would immediately go and buy her bags and cars, and even ask for some kind of "big reward"...
"Fifty billion...!"
Su Qingge muttered to herself, her heart overflowing with bitterness.
"I work so hard filming, and you use the money to support other women?"
This night is destined to be sleepless.
Su Qingge couldn't sleep at all. She moved a chair to the edge of the bed and stared intently at Lin Zhou's face, which looked suspicious no matter how you looked at it.
Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the exquisite eyebrow razor on the dressing table, which gleamed with a chilling light.
She reached out and took the eyebrow razor, gently twirling it between her fingertips.
I just wanted to get my eyebrows done to pass the time during the long night watch.
But in the dim light, the scene looked like a classic scene from a horror movie—a betrayed wife holding a sharp knife, contemplating where to strike last.
"You'd better come up with a reasonable explanation for me."
She gently patted Lin Zhou's cheek with the back of her knife, her voice as low as a whisper from hell.
"Otherwise, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death as a 'good husband'."
……
The next morning.
The aftereffects of the hangover were like a sledgehammer, pounding hard on Lin Zhou's temples.
"Well……"
He groaned in pain, feeling as if he had swallowed a handful of sand in his throat, and was extremely thirsty.
I struggled to open my heavy eyelids; my vision was still a little blurry.
What came into view was neither the familiar ceiling nor his wife who would always gently hand him honey water.
Instead, she had a pretty face that was cold and aloof, as if it had a "keep away" sign on it.
Su Qingge sat on the edge of the bed, her back to the window. The morning light gilded her with a golden edge, but it couldn't brighten the gloom on her face.
She was toying with the eyebrow razor in her hand, the blade reflecting a dazzling light in the sunlight, which shone directly into Lin Zhou's eyes.
Lin Zhou subconsciously shrank his neck, his mind instantly clearing up by half.
This is quite a sight...
It doesn't look like I'm going to give him a good morning kiss at all; it looks more like I'm going to perform brain surgery on him.
"woke up?"
Su Qingge spoke calmly, her voice so calm it sent chills down one's spine.
"Wife...?"
Lin Zhou swallowed hard, trying to force a fawning smile, but his stiff facial muscles made it look somewhat grotesque.
"So early? Are you... getting your eyebrows done?"
"Oh."
Su Qingge sneered and did not answer his question.
She simply raised her hand abruptly.
"Snapped!"
She slammed the eyebrow razor heavily onto the marble surface of the bedside table, making a crisp yet chilling sound.
Lin Zhou's heart skipped a beat.
"Um... let's talk this out. Using knives and guns only hurts the harmony..."
He carefully shrank deeper into the blankets, trying to find a sense of security.
Su Qingge leaned down, her hands braced on the edge of the bed, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Zhou, her gaze carrying a stern, intimidating air as if she were examining a prisoner.
"Lin Zhou, stop joking around with me."
"Aren't you going to give me an explanation for what happened last night?"
"last night?"
Lin Zhou was completely bewildered.
He truly blacked out; his memory was limited to the endless glasses of red wine in the banquet hall.
"Last night I...I was drunk, wasn't I? Did I throw up on the bed while drunk? Or did I accidentally spit on your haute couture dress?"
Seeing his innocent look, Su Qingge's anger flared even more.
Still playing dumb?
Okay, then I'll help you remember!
She reached out, grabbed Lin Zhou by the collar, and lifted half of his body up, their noses touching, their breaths audible.
I didn't vomit.
"However, you are quite honest in your dreams."
Su Qingge narrowed her eyes, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between her teeth.
"He called her name all night long, in such an affectionate way, and even wanted to reward her, even give her a big one..."
"Come on, tell me about it."
"Whose daughter is that little vixen named 'Xitong'?"
"Is she younger than me? Prettier than me? Or better at serving people than me?"
boom--!
Lin Zhou felt as if a thunderbolt had exploded in his mind, completely erasing any lingering hangover.
hope Tong?
system?
What the hell!
I blacked out last night and actually shouted this thing out?
My back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.
This is a killer question!
If I can't explain it clearly, forget about living off a woman; this eyebrow razor might become his sacrifice today!