"Why does he seem to care about you so much?" Chen Feng asked sarcastically while slurping his noodles.
Yu Xiaohui didn’t hide anything and said, "He divorced a few years ago and is still single, but in fact, he’s just like that dead guy, playing around outside. So, their relationship was great before—partners in cri, birds of a feather.
After that person died, he often ca to my house under the guise of being a good brother and friend, showing concern for , obviously plotting sothing. I’ve clearly rejected his hints many tis, but he obviously hasn’t given up."
"Just as expected. This guy sure is dreaming, daring to go after you with that face of his. Doesn’t he know what he looks like?"
"Alright, enough about him. Let’s focus on eating."
...
anwhile, after Jia Yuanwu walked out of the ox bone restaurant, he grew increasingly angry.
He had long coveted Yu Xiaohui, even when her husband Ning Xiaorong was still alive, he was already plotting.
His good relationship with Ning Xiaorong was primarily because of Yu Xiaohui.
After getting to know Yu Xiaohui, he was irresistibly drawn to her charm and secretly fell in love with her for several years.
Yu Xiaohui’s discovery of Ning Xiaorong’s affair had much to do with his behind-the-scenes machinations; otherwise, she might not have found out so soon.
Everything was supposed to go according to his plan—Yu Xiaohui would separate from Ning Xiaorong, then divorce, and he would take advantage of the situation and win Yu Xiaohui over.
Unfortunately, he overestimated himself. Even after Ning Xiaorong died suddenly and Yu Xiaohui beca a widow, he pursued her openly, but she wouldn’t accept him.
Later, she wouldn’t even pay attention to him, directly avoiding him, refusing to et.
Of course, he wasn’t willing to give up and found soone to install a tracker under her car, making it easy for him to locate her.
Today, he tracked Yu Xiaohui’s location and ca over, intending to orchestrate a chance encounter.
Instead, he saw Yu Xiaohui and Chen Feng sharing a al at the sa table, approached for a chance eting, and ended up getting angry.
He didn’t have a big problem with Yu Xiaohui, but he felt imnse hostility and irritation towards Chen Feng, who Yu Xiaohui referred to as her boyfriend.
A short distance from the ox bone restaurant, he called a friend in Lin Nan, asking for two reliable n to help keep an eye on Chen Feng and Yu Xiaohui, and hopefully gather specific information on Chen Feng’s identity.
This friend of his in Lin Nan had so influence; their relationship was good, and soon sent over two young n on motorcycles, both around twenty-three or twenty-four years old, reasonably good-looking, without any thuggish air, dressed decently—seeming more like college students.
In fact, they really were college students, having graduated only two or three years ago.
Jia Yuanwu’s friend wasn’t part of the underworld either, but ran a financial lending company, a legitimate businessman.
These two college graduates worked as office staff for his friend’s company, with computer skills and good experience in tailing and tracking.
After Jia Yuanwu questioned them, he was quite satisfied and didn’t hold back, directly giving them a carton of cigarettes from his car trunk, stating that as long as they kept a close watch on Yu Xiaohui and Chen Feng and helped uncover Chen Feng’s background, he’d reward them handsoly.
Finding and investigating people was part of the financial lending company’s range of services.
Once he was done instructing them, Chen Feng and Yu Xiaohui just happened to co out of the ox bone restaurant. These two expertly took several photos, and as Chen Feng drove away, they easily followed on their motorcycles.
Jia Yuanwu soon received a ssage: Chen Feng and Yu Xiaohui had gone to Yujing Hotel and headed upstairs, appearing to have been staying there previously.
This news made Jia Yuanwu feel instantly betrayed, overwhelmingly angry.
Previously, when Yu Xiaohui claid Chen Feng was her boyfriend, he was skeptical, but now that they’d checked into a hotel room together, how could it be fake?
Nevertheless, he held onto a glimr of hope, asking them to check whether they were staying in the sa room.
Though this might have been outside the usual scope for soone else, for his two recruits, within ten minutes, Jia Yuanwu received confirmation: they were indeed sharing the sa room, and this was not the first ti.
Simultaneously, they found Chen Feng’s basic personal information, including na and ID details.
Soon, they sent it to Jia Yuanwu via WeChat.
Seeing Chen Feng’s ID showing him as a Qingpu Town native, a country boy, Jia Yuanwu instantly felt reassured, also deeply pitying Yu Xiaohui.
Although Yu Xiaohui also ca from a rural background, she’d long moved beyond it, becoming a Lu City urbanite. Yet now, she was with a country guy like Chen Feng—a self-inflicted downfall.
He imdiately decided to find soone to deal with Chen Feng, preferably to get him locked up for a few years, so he contacted his friend who ran the financial lending company.
Being the general manager of Zhongsen Chain Supermarket, it was well-known that thriving supermarkets had ample cash flow—engaging in short-term loans, bridging, and borrowing was also common practice.
That’s what Jia Yuanwu was doing, forming a solid relationship with the lending company boss.
With a phone call, after a brief hesitation, his friend agreed, promising to send two hitn to keep watch, and once the opportunity arose, they’d take action against Chen Feng.
In return, Jia Yuanwu pledged to contribute so surplus funds from the supermarket—around a million-plus—to help his friend with loans, maintaining the usual interest rates.
His friend, of course, was thrilled.
anwhile, in the hotel room, Chen Feng was oblivious to all this, even unaware he was being tracked.
At this mont, he was cuddled with Yu Xiaohui on the bed, watching TV together, the air sweet with romance.
They seed to have endless things to talk about, starting with their middle school days, reminiscing countless bygone monts, sharing countless youthful mories.
"Back in middle school, you were truly clueless, completely oblivious to romance. I’m really curious—did you really not understand any boy-girl stuff back then?"
"Of course I understood a little. I had my first emission at twelve. But you know, back then, we hardly had any sex education, no smartphones like nowadays—a kid my age couldn’t know much. Plus, I was always a good kid, never went to internet cafes or anything, so I wasn’t exposed to bad information, which naturally made my emotional developnt rather late."
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