60: The green hat rushing towards 301

The sound-activated lights in the hallway lit up due to Zhang Qiang's heavy footsteps, only to quickly extinguish after he rushed into Room 302.

"Bang!"

The door to Room 302 was kicked open, hitting the wall with a loud crash.

Chen Yun had just changed out of her loungewear and was wearing a white cotton nightgown, sitting in front of the dressing table wiping her face. Hearing the commotion, she only cast a cold glance from the mirror at the man at the door who looked like a crazed tiger.

"You fucking know to come back?" Chen Yun's voice was even colder than the vanishing cream on her face.

Zhang Qiang panted heavily, his eyes bloodshot, his reason completely burned away by alcohol and rage. He slammed the door shut behind him with a clatter, rushed to Chen Yun in a few steps, and slammed the wet bundle of black lace in his hand onto the dressing table.

"Speak! What's going on!" Zhang Qiang pointed at the bundle of fabric, spit flying everywhere. "Why would my wife's panties be in that little white face's hands next door? And he fucking threw them in the trash!"

The bottles and jars on the dressing table rattled from the impact.

Chen Yun's gaze slowly moved from the mirror to the underwear, without even a furrow of her brow.

"I left them there while taking a bath. What about it?" Her tone was as flat as if she were saying the weather was nice today.

"What about it?" Zhang Qiang was so angry at her dead pig not afraid of boiling water attitude that he laughed out of extreme rage, his laughter hoarse and unpleasant. "Fine, Chen Yun, you're something else! You've already fucking entered his home! I'm out there driving and making money, while you're at home cuckolding me!"

He grabbed Chen Yun's hair, forcing her to tilt her head back.

"Don't you like that Silly Big Guy? Huh? Do you think he's better than me? More capable than me?"

Chen Yun's scalp stung from the pull, but there wasn't a trace of pain on her face. She just quietly watched her own disheveled state in the mirror, and the distorted, ugly face behind her.

Seeing her silence, the murderous light in Zhang Qiang's eyes was gradually replaced by a hint of sinister calculation. He let go, took a step back, lit a cigarette, and took a deep drag.

"Fine, since you're so slutty and like that Silly Big Guy so much, then go do something for me."

Amidst the swirling smoke, Zhang Qiang's face looked exceptionally hideous.

"You go," he pointed with his chin toward Room 301 next door, "lure him into our room. I'll hide in the closet and use this," he pulled out a brand new Sony Digital Camera, which was still rare at the time, "to snap a photo of the two of you."

"When the time comes, he's a Deputy Workshop Director and cares about his reputation. Either he pays ten thousand yuan for a private settlement, or he uses his authority to help me get some copper material out of the factory to sell." Zhang Qiang's abacus clicked loudly. "He's just a poor guy from the countryside; he'll definitely be afraid of losing his job and won't dare to disobey."

Chen Yun slowly turned around and finally looked directly at this man who was her husband in name only.

The man before her made her feel a wave of physical nausea.

Seeing her lack of reaction, Zhang Qiang thought she was refusing. The flesh on his face twitched as he rummaged through the nightstand drawer, pulled out a stack of photos, and threw them in Chen Yun's face.

"You won't do it?" he sneered. "Then look at these! If you dare to disobey, I'll post these photos in every corner of the factory! Let everyone see what kind of slut Supervisor Chen of the Quality Control Department really is in private!"

Photos scattered all over the floor.

They were all nude photos of Chen Yun. Some were taken secretly while she was asleep, and some were even in the bathroom... Chen Yun's gaze swept over the unsightly photos, and the last bit of warmth in her eyes vanished.

The string between her and this man, called marital affection, snapped completely at this moment.

She looked at Zhang Qiang's face, filled with greed and shamelessness, and suddenly, she nodded slightly.

"Okay."

Her voice was very soft, yet exceptionally clear.

"I promise you."

Zhang Qiang was stunned for a moment, then a smug, victorious smile appeared on his face. "That's more like it! Wouldn't it have been over if you'd been this obedient earlier?"

He excitedly checked the camera in his hand, as if he could already see piles of cash waving at him.

"Then go quickly! Get him over here! Remember, it must be on the bed! I'll go in and get ready first!"

Zhang Qiang impatiently pulled open the wardrobe door and crawled in like a fat rat, leaving only a crack in the door.

Chen Yun stood up, looking neither at the photos on the floor nor at the wardrobe where the demon was hiding.

She walked to the door, smoothed the wrinkles in her nightgown, and pulled open the room door.

The light in the corridor lit up in response.

She didn't walk toward Room 301; instead, she went straight down the stairs.

The night wind blew on her face with a hint of chill. Chen Yun walked to the dusty public phone booth downstairs from the dormitory building, inserted a coin, and dialed the number she had only heard in safety training classes.

"Hello, is this the Police Station? I want to report a crime."

"My name is Chen Yun, living in Room 302, Dormitory Building No. 3, Phoenix Electronics Factory on Qianjin Road."

"I'm reporting my husband, Zhang Qiang, for illegal gambling. He's also blackmailing me and is currently hiding in my wardrobe with a camera, planning to take nude photos of me for threats..."

The person on the other end was recording and informed her that they would send someone over immediately, but it would take some time to get from the town to the factory area.

After hanging up, Chen Yun leaned against the glass of the phone booth and let out a long breath... Meanwhile, in Room 301.

The sweet scent of Chen Yun's body wash still lingered in the air, which made Lin Xiaocao very unhappy.

Like a small beast asserting its territory, she was using a special way to try and cover that scent with her own.

"Brother, lie face down and don't move!"

Lin Xiaocao had Wang Fugui lie shirtless on the bed, while she took off her slippers and stepped onto him.

"I'll stomp on your back to relieve your fatigue!" As she spoke, her small feet stomped back and forth on Wang Fugui's back muscles, which were as broad as a mountain range.

No matter how good Wang Fugui's physique was, he couldn't handle this reckless stomping. Although Lin Xiaocao was thin, to make the stomping "effective," she pressed almost her entire weight onto one foot, the force feeling like a drill.

"Hiss... Little Grass, are you giving me a back massage or stepping on landmines?" Wang Fugui grimaced in pain.

"Quiet!" Lin Xiaocao snorted in dissatisfaction, her feet pressing even harder, like a spiteful kitten sharpening its claws. "What man doesn't get tired from work? I'm doing this for your own good!"

"Ah... gentler... you're stepping on my bone..." Wang Fugui's cries were exceptionally clear in the small room, carrying a hint of a painful quiver.

"What kind of man is as delicate as you!"

"Ouch... my waist... my waist is going to break..."

These fragmented, distorted groans passed through the thin walls and reached next door without missing a single word.

Zhang Qiang, hiding in the Room 302 wardrobe, was waiting anxiously.

He pricked up his ears, listening to the commotion next door.

First was that little white face's voice calling "Brother."

Immediately after was Wang Fugui's series of suppressed and unbearable "Ah," "Ouch," and "Gentler"... Zhang Qiang's head buzzed.

Fuck!

That bitch didn't bring Wang Fugui over; she went next door herself!

Right under my nose!

A surge of rage and humiliation, even more turbulent than before, instantly crushed his last bit of reason. The excitement of catching them in the act and the anger of being cuckolded intertwined, making him feel like he was about to explode.

Capture it! I must capture it!

Catch them in bed! Caught red-handed!

When that happens, not only Wang Fugui but even that bitch Chen Yun will have to obediently follow my orders!

Zhang Qiang gripped the digital camera in his hand and pushed open the wardrobe door.

His face was flushed red like a bull in heat as he crept out of Room 302 and charged straight toward the slightly ajar door of Room 301, from which the "indecent sounds" were emanating.

He was going to give this adulterous couple a massive "surprise"!