Chapter 46: "My Husband Has More Flings Than I Do!"

Throughout the entire banquet, Zhang Hening didn’t come near Jing Zuo even once.

She always felt that her eldest brother had been on edge lately.

His mood was unpredictable.

Perhaps it was the result of being single for so long, causing bouts of irritability. Fortunately, she still had a second brother; otherwise, if Song Xi became her dear sister-in-law, she would have had to marry the eldest brother.

Ugh… too terrifying!

Not even daring to imagine it!

After the banquet ended, the second young master of the Shi family, Shi Fen, blocked Jing Zuo’s path.

“Brother Zuo, don’t leave yet. Let’s move to ‘Yunding Club.’”

‘Yunding Club’ was one of the top-ranked business KTVs in the capital. When discussing business, some executives liked to unwind there.

Jing Zuo disliked places like that.

“No, I have to go home.”

“What home? Your whole family of five is here. Why would you want to go back to an empty house?”

Shi Fen clung to him, trying to get closer. “I want to introduce you to a business partner, also in tech—Xu Jincheng, from Sucheng. You should chat with him.”

“Sorry, maybe next time.”

Jing Zuo touched the ring on his ring finger, then turned and walked away.

From behind came the sound of men talking: “Shi, since Director Jing is busy tonight, I won’t go either. I have something else to attend to.”

“What’s so important?”

“My family arranged a blind date. I just planned to meet her.”

“Whose daughter is it that has you so concerned?” Shi Fen joked.

“You wouldn’t know. She’s also from Sucheng, a photographer. Her grandmother and aunt both praise her. I want to see what kind of beauty she is…”

Jing Zuo paused mid-step.

He tugged at his collar, adjusted his ring, then returned and stopped in front of them.

“Business KTV, huh? Let’s go together.”

Shi Fen looked at him in surprise. “Brother Zuo, you’re not going home after all?”

“No, not going back. After all… there’s hardly anyone at home.”

Shi Fen booked a large private room, called up many friends.

There were those looking for fun, and those looking for lust. Rich young masters were never short of money, and their parties were lively and extravagant.

A sultry ‘princess’ took a liking to Jing Zuo, but before she could approach, he raised a hand to stop her.

“Don’t come over, I don’t need this.”

The ‘princess’ glanced at the others, took the hint, and stepped back.

Xu Jincheng wanted to build a better relationship with Jing Zuo tonight, so he sat beside him and followed Shi Fen in calling him “Brother Zuo.”

“Brother Zuo, want a smoke?”

“No.”

“Then a drink?”

“No.”

“Then sing?”

“My throat hurts.”

“Then we’ll sing, and you just listen!”

Xu Jincheng was naturally outgoing. He immediately selected a pile of love songs and began to sing.

After one song finished, he noticed that the playlist had been replaced entirely with resolute, iron-willed red songs.

“The Battle Hymn of the Strong Army,” “Unity is Strength,” “Reject Vice and Corruption”???

He looked slowly toward the DJ booth. The man with long limbs was lazily perched on a high stool, idly scrolling through the playlist.

“Sing if you want. I’m listening.”

The group of young masters fell silent.

Damn… the moment the prelude started, they all felt like standing at attention and marching in step. Who dared drink and have fun now?

They should never have invited him.

Such a buzzkill.

The red-songs playlist continued without pause.

Chen Mian had come to toast the leader in room 001. Hearing that the third young master of the Xu family from Sucheng, Xu Jincheng, was here, they had once met him briefly and came over to cozy up.

The room was crowded.

Chen Mian stood unobtrusively by the door, instantly recognizing the man seated in the center.

Wasn’t that Song Xi’s husband from her sudden marriage?

So he also frequented business KTVs, and even occupied the center spot.

Hmph. When Song Xi broke up with him, she spoke so hurt and acted so aloof, but in the end, she married a husband who played even harder than him.

See? I told you men are all the same.

Who doesn’t sneak around a little?

Song Xi stubbornly refused to believe it, calling him a scumbag.

Now, he was going to show her who the real scumbag was!

Chen Mian bribed two ‘princesses,’ whispered a few words, and the girls agreed.

Soon, two scantily clad, sexy girls approached Jing Zuo, one on each side, pressing close.

“Brother, have a drink~”

“Brother, your collarbone is so beautiful. Let me touch it~”

Chen Mian quickly turned on his camera, snapping a dozen shots.

The next moment, the two girls were pushed away by Jing Zuo, who frowned deeply, clearly resisting.

But that didn’t matter—he had the photos!

Chen Mian left the room, picked out a few ambiguous shots, and sent them to Song Xi.

“The recipient has enabled friend verification; you are not yet friends.”

Chen Mian: “…”

Almost forgot—Song Xi had blocked and deleted him.

He tried a new number, but was blocked again.

He finally found Song Xi’s Weibo account, opened her direct messages, and sent the photos.

“[Image] [Image] [Image]”

…

Song Xi had just finished work. She selected a few photos of flowers under the moonlight and posted them on Weibo.

Just then, her phone dinged several times. Opening her messages, she saw Chen Mian’s photos, accompanied by a string of texts.

“Song Xi, I told you long ago, it’s normal for men to play around. Did you think your husband in that rushed marriage was any good?”

“Look, he’s even more of a player than me!”

“You can’t stand emotional betrayal? Then get a divorce.”

Song Xi’s fingers moved, opening the photos in full size.

They were candid shots, blurry but real.

In the dimly lit private room, the man with long legs lounged lazily against the chair, showing a sharp, handsome profile.

Beside him, each pressed a bikini-clad beauty. The women held wine glasses and leaned intimately against his chest, as if trying to feed him a drink.

The photos were undeniable.

The people in them were real.

Song Xi stared at the pictures, a long-buried shadow creeping over her again.

Her chest tightened painfully, breath catching; her mind buzzed dully.

Expressionless, she saved the photos, then blocked Chen Mian.

Back home, the living room was empty, devoid of warmth.

The shoe cabinet neatly held a pair of men’s slippers, and by the entrance hung a red tie.

He hadn’t worn it today.

Song Xi stared at the tie for several seconds before looking away, changing shoes, and entering the living room.

The air seemed to freeze suddenly, turning icy, chilling her to the bone.

Just two hours ago, she had felt the night breeze was warm, comforting against her skin.

Song Xi sat dazed on the sofa, pulling out her phone to send Zhang Hening a sticker.

But Zhang Hening didn’t reply.

Her eyes glanced over to the pinned chat with her best friend, just beneath it was Jing Zuo’s message.

“There’s a dinner tonight I have to attend, sorry. Can it be tomorrow?”

The painful sting of being hurt again seemed to resurface.

This helplessness made her want to curl up, wrapping herself tightly like a hedgehog, and run away once more.

Run far, far away.

Song Xi packed a few clothes, pulled her suitcase, and left for the He residence.

Ten minutes later, she stood again at the entrance, dragging her suitcase.

She couldn’t escape.

If she solved every problem by running away, nothing would ever be resolved.

Even if it ended, it had to be face to face, clear and straightforward.

“Beep—”

The sound of the keypad lock outside rang, the door pushed open—it was Jing Zuo returning home.