61: Caught in the act of adultery and taken to the police station

"Bang—!"

With a loud bang, the already loose wooden door of Room 301 was kicked open by a massive force. The door slammed against the wall, causing dust to rustle down.

The voice-activated light in the corridor flickered on, revealing a hideous figure at the door.

"You adulterous pair! I've caught you!"

Zhang Qiang rushed in like a mad bull, holding a Sony digital camera in his hand, his eyes bloodshot. He had already imagined ten thousand unspeakable scenes and was ready to use the flash to freeze the ugly state of this dog-like couple forever.

However, the scene inside the room made his long-prepared roar get stuck in his throat.

There was no entanglement as he had imagined, no illicit behavior with disheveled clothes.

Wang Fugui was lying on the bed, his rock-like upper body bare, looking back at him with a grimace.

And on Wang Fugui's back, that little white face named Lin Xiaocao was standing on one foot, with the other foot still raised in the air, maintaining a downward stepping posture. Both were fully dressed, their faces filled with confusion and the annoyance of being interrupted.

The air was deathly silent.

Only the broken electric fan on the wall was still "creaking" as it turned, as if mocking this absurd farce.

"Chen... where's Chen Yun?" Zhang Qiang's brain had completely stalled. He held the camera and looked around the small dormitory like a fool. "Where's that bitch? Isn't she here with you?"

Those sounds coming from next door... were they not?

"You're the damn bitch! Your whole family are bitches!" Lin Xiaocao was the first to react. Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she jumped down from Wang Fugui's back with a "whoosh." She pointed at Zhang Qiang's nose, her small face flushed with anger. "You kicked my brother's door in the middle of the night. Are you looking for death!"

Wang Fugui slowly sat up from the bed.

He didn't speak, just stood up.

Standing at 1.85 meters tall, with terrifying muscles comparable to a bodybuilder, he rose slowly like a mountain in this already narrow dormitory. The dim light cast heavy shadows on his bronze skin, instantly filling the room with a sense of oppression.

He took a step and walked toward Zhang Qiang.

"You..." Wang Fugui's voice was very low and buzzing, as if coming from his chest. "What are you looking for my sister for?"

Zhang Qiang was terrified by this aura and subconsciously took a step back, bumping into the door frame. He roared with false bravado, "None of your business! I'm looking for my wife! She just... she just..."

He said "just" for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Just then, a cold, calm female voice without a hint of emotion came from behind Zhang Qiang.

"Officer, it's him."

Zhang Qiang stiffened all over and suddenly turned his head.

In the corridor, Chen Yun was standing quietly. Her white cotton nightgown swayed slightly in the night breeze, and her face was as pale as a sheet of paper.

Beside her stood two Public Security officers in blue police uniforms with serious expressions.

The dormitory doors on both sides of the corridor had opened slightly at some point, and countless curious and inquiring eyes were focusing on the center of this storm.

Chen Yun raised her hand, her slender finger pointing at Zhang Qiang. Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear, like a cold awl.

"The camera in his hand is the evidence of his attempt to blackmail me, which he just admitted himself. He said he wanted to take nude photos of me to threaten me."

She paused, her gaze passing over the terrified Zhang Qiang and landing on the open door of Room 302 behind him.

"Also, he has been involved in group gambling for years and is heavily in debt. In the hidden compartment of his bedside table drawer, he has hidden his gambling ledgers and IOUs."

Boom!

Zhang Qiang's brain completely exploded.

The color drained from his face in an instant, turning from flushed to ashen. He looked at Chen Yun in disbelief; this woman, who was usually submissive before him, now had a look in her eyes as if she were looking at a dead man.

She... she actually dared to call the police?!

She actually dared to fight back?!

"You... you poisonous woman! You dare to set me up!"

Survival instinct overwhelmed everything. Zhang Qiang let out a beast-like roar and turned to rush toward the stairs. The camera in his hand became a hot potato; he wanted to throw it away, but it was already too late.

He had just taken a step when a large hand reached out from the side like a pair of iron pliers, accurately clamping onto his shoulder.

"Click."

A soft sound.

Zhang Qiang only felt an irresistible force; the bones of his entire shoulder felt like they were about to be crushed. He struggled desperately, but that hand remained motionless, as if welded to him.

It was Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui didn't even use any complex moves; he just stood there, reaching out a hand, and completely locked down the well-built, over 1.7-meter-tall Zhang Qiang.

"The police are handling a case, why are you running?" Wang Fugui frowned and pressed down slightly with his hand.

"Thud!"

Zhang Qiang's legs gave way, and he uncontrollably fell to his knees, his face hitting the concrete floor hard. The brand-new Sony camera also hit the ground with a "snap," its casing cracking open.

A policeman quickly stepped forward, took out handcuffs, and with a "click," pinned Zhang Qiang's hands behind his back. The other policeman picked up the camera from the ground, checked it, and then walked into Room 302.

The entire process was so fast that people couldn't react.

"Let me go! Let me go! Chen Yun! You bitch! You'll die a horrible death!" The handcuffed Zhang Qiang was still cursing madly, like a poisonous snake whose vitals had been stepped on.

Soon, the policeman who went into the room came out with a small notebook and nodded to his colleague.

"Both witnesses and physical evidence are present. Take him away!"

The farce ended there.

Zhang Qiang was supported by two policemen and dragged downstairs like a dead dog. When he passed by Chen Yun, he turned his head and spat out the most vicious curse with all his strength:

"Chen Yun! You slut! You wait! You think this idiot can protect you for a lifetime? The whole factory knows you're a loose woman! Sooner or later, he'll play with you until you're ruined and throw you away! You worn-out shoe..."

The foul language drifted down the hallway, gradually disappearing into the muffled sound of the police car door closing.

The world went quiet.

But for the corridor outside Room 301, the excitement had only just begun.

"Tsk tsk, he really was taken away by the police..."

"Did you hear? Her husband said she was cheating and gambling..."

"It's that Supervisor Chen from 302. She usually looks so dignified, who would have thought..."

"She's been involved with that new Deputy Director next door; it's spread all over the factory."

The whispers came like a tide from all directions, each sentence like a needle stabbing into Chen Yun. She stood in the middle of the corridor, the light from the streetlamp stretching her figure thin and long. She hugged her arms tightly, her body shaking uncontrollably, her face whiter than the walls.

The once high-and-mighty, vigorous Supervisor Chen had, at this moment, become a joke of a public execution.

Just then, a tall figure moved.

Wang Fugui walked out of Room 301, still wearing the sweat-soaked T-shirt he hadn't changed. He didn't look at Chen Yun but walked straight in front of her, like a wall, completely blocking all the prying eyes.

His mountain-like back isolated a world.

Wang Fugui's gaze swept over the people peeking from both sides of the corridor. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unquestionable weight.

"What are you all looking at? Don't you need to sleep?"

The noisy discussions died down instantly.

Wang Fugui frowned, remembered his current status, and added another sentence, his voice deepening:

"Don't you want this month's bonus? Everyone, get back inside!"

The weight of the title "Deputy Director," coupled with the mention of "bonus," had an immediate effect.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

Doors closed quickly one after another, and the corridor instantly returned to a dead silence, with only the flickering voice-activated light still making a faint electrical hum.

The world was completely silent.

Wang Fugui remained in that position, motionless.

Suddenly, he felt a slight touch on his back.

Following that was a warm dampness that seeped through his thin T-shirt and onto his skin.

Chen Yun's forehead rested weakly against his broad back.

She could no longer hold on.

The string that had been stretched to its limit finally snapped at this moment. Suppressed, thin sobs came from behind him, like a wounded small animal licking its wounds.

Soon, the whimpering turned into uncontrollable sobbing.

Chen Yun's body trembled violently, her arms tightly wrapping around Wang Fugui's waist as if catching a final lifeline. Hot tears broke through the dam and poured down, wantonly soaking the clothes on his back.

All the grievances, humiliations, fears, and disgust from these past few days, along with the lingering fear after the gamble she just took, overwhelmed her like a mountain and a tsunami at this moment.

Wang Fugui froze in place, not daring to move.

He could clearly feel the collapse and helplessness of the woman behind him; those hot tears seemed as if they would burn through his back.

He didn't know what to say or what to do.

He could only be like a tree, a wall, silently and firmly standing there, letting her tears completely soak his clothes.

Not far away at the door of Room 301, Lin Xiaocao stood by the door in an ill-fitting T-shirt, barefoot, quietly watching this scene in the corridor. Her fingers gripped the door frame tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, her beautiful face filled with complex emotions that even she couldn't understand.