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  “F*ck!”


  Young Master Yan erupted in rage and almost smashed his phone.

  It was that damned Jiang Zhuoheng’s fault! He had set up a trap for him. He may have bullied Jiang Zhuoheng ever since they were boys, but this trap of his had brought the most devastating consequence of all.

  The more he mulled over it, the more incensed he was. If he wasn’t in a hurry to get his wife back right now, he would have walloped that fellow to a pulp.

  He had a sudden inspiration and dialed Su Yue’s number.

  She answered after a few rings and he hastily asked, “Su Yue, did your third sister-in-law call you?”


  Su Yue snorted coldly. “Third Brother. Is third sister-in-law missing?”


  Yan Rusheng immediately knew that she was aware, judging from her response. He hastily softened his tone, “Your third sister-in-law misunderstood me because I was trying to help you.”


  “No idea. Don’t ask me.”


  Su Yue immediately hung up. Yan Rusheng narrowed his eyes maliciously on the phone. He really wanted to slam the phone against the floor right now.

  He scurried back to his room and headed for the bed. It was slightly messy and he deduced that Xuxu must have slept in it earlier on.

  Then he visualized how she would use her phone in bed.

  Young Master Yan aimed a kick at the bed out of frustration.

  “Ouch!”


  He exerted too much force that he hurt his toes. He groaned deeply in pain.

  “Jiang Zhuoheng, just you wait!”


  Even at this moment, he didn’t dare to berate Wen Xuxu at all, although she wasn’t even around.

  He limped slowly to the wardrobe and opened the doors. He inspected her clothes.

  She had packed so many clothes.

  After a painful realization, Young Master Yan knew that his dear wife and his mother had left home.

  He walked to the couch and collapsed on it. He tugged at his collar out of annoyance.

  Suddenly, he received a WeChat notification. He hastily picked up his phone, but was crestfallen the next moment.

  Jiang Zhuoheng had sent a photo to the group chat.

  Yan Rusheng was boiling with anger the moment he saw Jiang Zhuoheng’s name. He was about to fling his phone aside when he had a sudden whim to read the message.

  He clicked on it and almost died of rage when he saw Jiang Zhuoheng’s photo.

  There was a round table with two glasses of wine. A slender woman in loose bathrobes, with her tousled silky hair falling across her shoulders, sat across the table.

  The scene looked romantic and lovely.

  Yan Rusheng squeezed his phone hard as he typed,

  Jiang Zhuoheng sent a reply.

  He followed up with another message. ‘


  Yan Rusheng was speechless.

  Young Master Yan exploded with rage at his message.

  That stupid woman called Jiang Zhuoheng and informed him?! This was a pure insult and a slap on his face!

  He typed quickly, as he breathed heavily.

  Jiang Zhuoheng replied, ‘


  It infuriated Young Master Yan.