Jiang Shuqin's hands and feet were cold.
Wang Yajun had said she would stay by her comatose husband's side until he woke up.
But if she truly loved her husband that much, she wouldn’t be carrying on with another man in this villa!
So, she had been lying to her!
Who was the man she was with?
Jiang Shuqin thought of the pair of shoes at the entrance and the suit and phone in the living room that looked exactly like Lin Chang’s.
Could it really be him?
Jiang Shuqin clenched her fists.
The door to the room was wide open, and the conversation inside could be heard clearly.
As they approached the doorway, Lin Xuan raised his hand, signaling the bodyguards to stop.
The three members of the Lin family were still being restrained, forced to listen to the conversation.
“Lin Chang, darling, tell me, who makes you feel better—Jiang Shuqin or me?” It was Wang Yajun’s voice.
“Of course it’s you, my dear. Jiang Shuqin is like a block of wood in bed, so boring. You, on the other hand, are full of surprises.”
It was Lin Chang’s voice.
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes turned bloodshot.
It really was him!
How could they? How could they betray her together?
One was her husband, the other her best friend.
They were the people she trusted the most.
How could they?
Jiang Shuqin’s entire body trembled.
Lin Qingwan and Lin Qingyan were also frozen in place, their eyes filled with disbelief.
So, what Lin Xuan had said was true. They had thought he was deliberately stirring up trouble to get back at the Lin family.
But it was real…
Lin Xuan leaned against the wall, one hand in his pocket, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the drama unfold.
Inside the room, the two grew even more passionate.
Lin Xuan couldn’t help but recall the video Luo Yuan had sent him of Lin Li and Qin Ruoyao in bed.
Hua had accidentally caught him watching it and had punished him severely.
If she found out he was listening to these two’s live performance…
He coughed awkwardly.
What was he thinking?
He was here to enjoy the show, not to reminisce about his own intimate moments with Hua.
The sounds from the room continued to assault Jiang Shuqin’s ears, tormenting her nerves.
The two finally paused.
Lin Chang lay on the bed, holding Wang Yajun.
Wang Yajun said, “Darling, don’t you think it’s a shame that we always have to hide our love? If we were married, we could be together whenever we wanted.”
“Don’t worry, Yajun. I’ll divorce Jiang Shuqin soon, and then I’ll give you a grand wedding,” Lin Chang said with a smile.
“You promise? I’ll hold you to that,” Wang Yajun giggled.
She glanced at Du Hui lying on the other side of the bed.
Doing this next to him added an extra thrill.
Meanwhile, Jiang Shuqin’s eyes bulged with rage.
Lin Chang was actually planning to divorce her and marry this vixen!
“Mmmph—”
Jiang Shuqin began struggling violently, desperate to tear the vixen apart.
But the bodyguards held her firmly, preventing her from breaking free.
Lin Xuan straightened up. “Alright, let them go.”
Wang Yajun and Lin Chang had put on quite a show. Now it was Jiang Shuqin’s turn to take the stage.
“Yes, Young Master Lin.”
The bodyguards untied the ropes binding the mother and her two daughters and removed the gags from their mouths.
As soon as she was free, Jiang Shuqin stumbled toward the room.
Lin Xuan’s lips curled into a smile. “The real show is about to begin.”
Inside the room, the two were preparing to continue.
“You bitch!” Jiang Shuqin roared as she burst in.
“Ah—”
Wang Yajun screamed, pulling the blanket over herself, while Lin Chang froze in shock.
Lin Qingwan and Lin Qingyan, who had just entered, caught a glimpse of Lin Chang’s naked body and immediately retreated, too embarrassed to look.
Lin Xuan, however, remained at the doorway, hands in his pockets, watching the spectacle unfold.
Lin Chang’s face was filled with panic.
Why had Jiang Shuqin suddenly shown up today?
And how had she gotten in?
Jiang Shuqin, half-crazed, rushed to the bed.
She grabbed a broom and began swinging it at them.
“You scum! You two-faced scum!”
“How dare you betray me like this! Have you no shame?”
After hitting them several times, she turned her fury on Wang Yajun.
“Why are you covering up? You’ve already lost all decency!”
Jiang Shuqin yanked the blanket off Wang Yajun.
Lin Xuan, seeing her actions, quickly averted his gaze.
Damn it.
Why was she pulling off the blanket?
He wanted to enjoy the show, not get an eyeful of something he shouldn’t see.
Lin Xuan turned his back, worried that if Hua found out he’d seen another woman’s body, she’d be furious.
He’d be in big trouble!
So, no, he couldn’t look.
Lin Xuan instructed the bodyguard, “Keep an eye on things. Let me know when Wang Yajun has her clothes on.”
The bodyguard: “…”
They didn’t want to look either—they had wives and girlfriends.
But for that $12,000 monthly salary, they’d endure it!
That said, Young Master Lin was quite disciplined. Even when watching a show, he made sure the woman was fully covered before he’d look.
Was it his own self-control, or was it Hua’s influence?
Soon, the blanket covering Wang Yajun was completely ripped off by Jiang Shuqin.
But Jiang Shuqin wasn’t done.
She grabbed Wang Yajun’s hair.
“Wang Yajun, is it this pretty face of yours that’s been seducing my husband? I’ll tear it to shreds!”
Jiang Shuqin began clawing at Wang Yajun’s face with her sharp nails.
“Ah—” Wang Yajun tried to shield her face, but Jiang Shuqin was in a frenzy, her strength overwhelming.
Soon, several bloody scratches marred Wang Yajun’s face.
“I’ll kill you, you bitch! How dare you seduce my husband! How dare you!”
Jiang Shuqin’s eyes were bloodshot as she continued to scratch and claw at Wang Yajun.
Wang Yajun, struggling to defend herself, cast a pleading look at Lin Chang.
Unable to bear it any longer, Lin Chang grabbed Jiang Shuqin’s wrist and shoved her to the ground.
“You crazy woman! What the hell is wrong with you?”
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