In front of the hotel suite, a woman stood with her hands on her hips and scolded the service staff holding the room card, "If you don't open the door, I'll kick it in."

  The waiter's face turned a bit pale. He couldn't afford to offend either side, and he hesitated, "Miss Hua, this may not be proper..."

  "I'm telling you again, I'm the girlfriend of that man inside. He's in there cheating on me with another woman, so now I want to go in and catch them! Are you going to open the door or not?"

  Song Yuqiao looked at her roommate, whose face was twisted with anger, and snatched the room card from the waiter's hand. With a "ding" sound, she opened the door and saw a man and woman entwined together. The man was none other than her husband, Ye Zenan. Even if it was just his bare back, she couldn't be mistaken!

  She was nailed to the spot, motionless.

  BFF Hua Zhuan pushed away Song Yuqiao who was blocking her way, and as she rushed over, she grabbed the thermos on the table and poured it directly onto the man's bare back. She dropped the thermos and went to grab the little vixen's hair, with "bitch!" still not out of her mouth when she completely froze!

  This man...

  The person she was looking for turned out to be Song Yuqiao's husband!

  The water might have just been boiled not long ago, and the little demon let out a miserable cry. The man on the bed was obviously scalded badly, but he also gritted his teeth and flipped over to put on his shirt.

  Hua Yun turned around and glared at the waiter: "What's going on?! Where is Pei Si Cheng?!"

  The waiter was somewhat flustered, "Sorry, Miss Hua, that... I made a mistake, Mr. Pei is in the next room."

  Huā Jiàn stormed out of the hotel room door, leaving behind Sòng Yú Qiáo and the adultery scene that now belonged to her.

  Song Yuqiao stood still, looking at the messy hotel bed and the woman hiding behind her husband, feeling as if a knife was cutting through her heart, her face pale.

  "Ye Zenan, I give you three minutes to explain."

  Ye Zenan had regained his composure, calmly buttoning up his shirt and gazing at Song Yuqiao for two seconds before patting the little demon's thigh: "Go out and wait for me first."

  "No," the little demon laughed, raising her hand to hook around Ye Zenan's neck, and the waves in front of her chest surged forward, pressing against his still bare chest. "Who is she?"

  As she spoke, the woman also glanced at Song Yuqiao with a hint of disdain in her eyes.

  "Guess."

  The woman raised an eyebrow and looked at Song Yuqiao with disdain, her index finger pressed against Ye Zenan's lips. "Could it be... the one from your family?"

  "Clever." Ye Zenan nipped the tip of the woman's finger and suddenly kissed the woman's lips, right in front of Song Yuqiao, and shared a passionate wet kiss with the little demon!

  Song Yuqiao was furious, her anger burning like fire. It wasn't until three years after their marriage that she finally saw Ye Zenan's true face.

  The little demon didn't panic, and before leaving, she leaned over and kissed Ye Zeshan's face. "Ye Shao, you owe me one."

  Song Yuqiao's palm at his side clenched into a fist, with his fingernails tucked into the center of his palm. He took two steps forward and raised his arm, using all his strength to slap downwards when Ye Zenan suddenly held his arm in place.

  Song Yuqiao glared at him, raised his unbound left hand and gave Ye Zenan a loud slap on the ear. "Ye Zenan, are you human or not?"

  She didn't know when her eyes had reddened, and big tears fell directly from her eye sockets.

  …………

  Half a minute later, the little demon finally got up and left. With the click of the hotel door lock, Song Yuqiao's heart was also locked with a click.

  Ye Zenan lit a cigarette with a snap, the smell of smoke was pungent, and he exhaled clouds of smoke. On the collar of his white shirt, there was a lip print.

  Song Yuqiao looked at Ye Zenan like this, suddenly felt very strange, even stranger than when she married him three years ago. She suddenly couldn't hold on anymore, covered her face and said, "Ye Zenan, let's get a divorce."

  Upon hearing this, Ye Zenan, who had been quietly sitting on the bed, suddenly sprang up like a lion, one hand swiftly pinning Song Yuqiao's wrist under her body. Her eyes were bloodshot: "Divorce? You've finally said it out loud! Are you going to go find that wild man of yours outside after we divorce?"

  Song Yuqiao struggled, "How many times do I have to say it! I've never been with any other man, never!"

  "Then tell me! Why were you a virgin before you left, but after two years abroad, you're no longer one?!" Ye Zenan was truly enraged, his fingers pinching Song Yuqiao's wrist with force, "Tell me, what happened to your hymen?"

  Ye Zenan's words were like a sharp knife, a heart-wrenching knife that pierced Song Yuqiao's heart in an instant, with blood gushing out.

  "Why aren't you talking anymore? Did I hit the nail on the head?"

  "You don't believe me, what else can I say?"

  Ye Zenan saw a blank expression on Song Yuqiao's face, and suddenly felt a surge of vicious hatred in his heart. He leaned down, his hand already probing under the hem of Song Yuqiao's top: "The person who took your first time, did they... touch you like this, did they... kiss you like this?"

  Even if she had endured more unbearable words than this, when she heard the person she used to love the most say such things, Song Yuqiao's heart still ached with wave after wave of cramps. She gritted her teeth: "You scum!"

  Ye Zenan grasped Song Yuqiao's wrist, his narrow eyes already narrowed, "Am I a scumbag? Then aren't we a perfect match? You're a prostitute, and I'm a scumbag." He tightly gripped Song Yuqiao's chin, forcing her to look at him, a demonic smile appearing on his face, "Come on, wife, tell me how much you sold your first time for?"

  Song Yuqiao had heard Ye Zenan call her "wife" before, in high school he would occasionally call her that and she would blush and be at a loss for words, but now there was only sarcasm in her heart.

  "No!" Song Yuqiao struggled with all her might, "Let me go, you bastard!"

  The sudden kiss made Song Yuqiao feel dizzy, and the scent of another woman's perfume filled her mouth and nose. When she opened her eyes, she saw that the bed sheets were all tangled up. Song Yuqiao felt a wave of nausea wash over her, but suddenly, the weight on top of her vanished.

  Ye Zenan looked down at Song Yuqiao with a strong light on his head, his tone full of disgust. "I feel dirty when I touch you, really dirty."

  Song Yuqiao was like being struck by lightning, her vision turned gray and white for a moment. When she came to herself again, she directly grabbed the handbag scattered on the bed and threw it towards the door that had been empty for a long time: "Ye Zenan! Are you clean?! What qualifications do you have to say I'm dirty?! What qualifications do you have...!"

  The sound gradually faded away, and Song Yuqiao felt that the light in this room was too dazzling, otherwise why would she want to cry?

  At this time, a woman's scream burst out in the corridor. Song Yuqiao wiped away her tears and rushed out of bed to see Hua Shuang grabbing a woman's hair with an angry face.

  Two women were fighting over a man, while the man... was leaning against the wall smoking, with an air of detachment, his back tall and slender, wearing a deep purple shirt and black trousers, with fingers that held the cigarette clearly defined.

  Is this man the same Pei Sheng who drove Hua Yun crazy?

  Song Yuqiao looked at the man at the same time, and the man also turned his head to look at her, for a moment, both of them were stunned.