After Chang Lüfù left, Ai Renqi also stood up.
“Then it’s settled. We’ll take action tomorrow morning.”
Zhang Deshuai sighed and prepared to leave as well. “I hope we can make Luo Yao compromise this time, otherwise I really can’t hold on much longer.”
With the three-party meeting adjourned, Yu Taiduo also went to bed to rest.
Time quickly passed, and the next morning arrived. After Lin Ran parted ways with Luo Yao, Abu’s eyes suddenly lit up with amusement.
“Young Master Lin, yesterday, the heads of the Ai and Zhang families appeared at Yu Taiduo’s house, but we couldn’t find out what they discussed.”
Lin Ran nodded. It seemed these people were about to make their move.
“But here’s something quite interesting. Do you know where Yu Taiduo’s wife was last night?”
Lin Ran’s interest was piqued by Abu’s words.
“Don’t tell me… at the ‘Cuckold Club’?”
Abu’s eyes crinkled with laughter. “The most amusing part is that her affair partner last night was none other than Ai Renqi. The two of them are still lying together at a mahjong club right now.”
Lin Ran instantly perked up.
He definitely wasn’t interested in gossip.
But this news was crucial—it was the kind of information that could sow discord within the enemy’s ranks.
“Send an anonymous tip to Yu Taiduo about this.” Lin Ran’s scheming little smirk was impossible to hide.
After tailing and investigating for so long, he could finally be of help to his wife.
“Got it.”
Yu Taiduo woke up unusually early today because it might just be the day he pulled off his comeback.
After breakfast, he sat at home, waiting quietly.
“Dad, where’s Mom?” Yu Weiwen came downstairs and casually asked her father.
“Oh, your mother went out to play mahjong last night. She hasn’t come back yet.”
“Mom’s mahjong addiction is really something.”
Yu Taiduo frowned. “Don’t talk about your mother like that.”
Yu Weiwen stuck out her tongue, putting on an adorable act. “I’m sorry! Second Brother and I are going to visit Eldest Brother today. Are you coming?”
“My daughter is so sweet. Daddy won’t be joining you—I have things to take care of.”
Yu Taiduo smiled and patted Yu Weiwen’s head. He felt his life was truly blessed.
His three children got along well, and his wife was beautiful and virtuous.
If he could pull off this comeback, his life would be perfect.
“Alright, I’ll tell Eldest Brother you’re thinking of him.”
After Yu Weiwen and Yu Chengcai left, Yu Taiduo’s phone suddenly buzzed with a message.
[Your wife is at Lüfù Club, cuckolding you.]
Yu Taiduo’s brow furrowed as he read the message.
Very few people knew his private number—only family or high-status individuals in their circle.
Regardless of who sent it, they wouldn’t joke about something like this.
So… was the message true?
Yu Taiduo erupted in rage.
He had worked himself to the bone for his family’s future, only for his own wife to betray him?
How could he tolerate this?
“Men, grab your gear and follow me.”
Lüfù Mahjong Club was an exclusive establishment with only one luxurious mahjong room, rarely open to the public.
Inside, three women were playing mahjong.
Meanwhile, in the lounge, the adulterous couple lay in bed.
“Chang Lüfù, if that fool Yu Taiduo knew what kind of woman you really are, he’d probably drop dead from anger, huh?”
Ai Renqi had already exhausted himself after several rounds with Chang Lüfù the night before.
But every time he remembered that the future matriarch of the Yu family was lying beneath him, he felt an inexplicable thrill.
Though he was tired from being woken up early, he popped a little blue pill to keep going.
Chang Lüfù, mid-workout, gasped, “That… useless man… can’t satisfy me. You’re… so much better.”
Ai Renqi smirked. “What a fine wife you are to the Yu family.”
Outside the lounge, the three women continued playing mahjong while complaining.
“Lüfù really has some nerve, always making us cover for her like this.”
“If we’re getting paid, just keep quiet. I’m exhausted—how are these two still going at it after a whole night?”
“Ah, look at her life—married to a billionaire, playing around with another billionaire. Tsk tsk.”
“Keep it down. If Lüfù hears us, we’re finished.”
Suddenly, the door burst open, and the three women stared in shock at the intruders.
“Brother-in-law?! Lüfù, she… she went to the bathroom! I’ll go get her!” One woman quickly reacted, but her panic gave away the lie.
“No need. I’ll fetch her myself.” Yu Taiduo’s eyes burned with fury as his bodyguards stormed in and restrained the women.
Just as Yu Taiduo was about to enter the lounge, the door opened.
Chang Lüfù stepped out, her clothes slightly disheveled. “Honey, what are you doing here? I was just resting—I was tired.”
Yu Taiduo noticed the panic in her eyes. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
“Chang Lüfù, I’ll give you one chance. Is there a man in there?”
Chang Lüfù widened her eyes and shook her head. “No, of course not. I was alone.”
Crack— Yu Taiduo’s heart shattered.
He knew his wife well. When she lied, she had a habit of staring intently, as if to convince the other person.
And that very habit now made his blood run cold.
Without another word, Yu Taiduo marched toward the lounge. Chang Lüfù grabbed his arm.
“Honey, are you here to take me home? Let’s go.”
Yu Taiduo shoved her aside and kicked the lounge door open with a bang!
The room was empty.
Chang Lüfù’s breathing grew erratic, her heart pounding in her throat as she quickly sent a message.
[Help me.]
Yu Taiduo stepped inside, scanning the messy bed before yanking the covers off.
No one.
He pulled back the curtains—nothing.
Opened the wardrobe—empty.
Checked under the bed—no one.
Finally, he entered the lounge’s bathroom—still nothing.
Huh?
Had he really misunderstood?
Yu Taiduo sniffed the air subtly.
That unmistakable scent—every man knew it.
He was certain that even if there was no man here now, Chang Lüfù had still cheated on him.
Just as he turned to leave, he froze.
Ai Renqi stood awkwardly behind the door, waving.
“Hey there!”
“What if I told you I time-traveled here? Would you believe me?”
Dressed only in his underwear, holding his shoes in one hand and his clothes in the other, Ai Renqi looked utterly ridiculous.
Yu Taiduo’s face darkened.
“I! BELIEVE! YOUR! MOTHER!”
He threw a punch, and Ai Renqi’s nose instantly gushed blood.
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