City A was in the early fall, and the slightly chilly evening wind wafted into the car, unexpectedly causing the woman to sneeze.
"…My apologies. Could you come tomorrow to check out the situation? Alright…" Lin Qing held the cell phone in her left hand while her right hand unplugged the car keys.
In recent years, City A has been undergoing continuous urban construction. As the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hall was within the demolition area, the person in charge of the demolition team had called her several times already. They said they would come to inspect the situation tomorrow, and she agreed.
After ending the call, she gave it some thought. The likelihood of the Medicine Hall relocating was very high, she must hurry and find a new location.
As she lifted her head, the dazzling Lamborghini appeared before her eyes, sending a shock through Lin Qing's heart. Had Tang Jinyu returned?
No wonder the tranquil estate seemed slightly off this evening. She had been puzzling over what was different, and it turned out that the lights in the house were on! She took another look at Tang Jinyu's car, pondering that there were no significant holidays, so why did this man find some spare time to come home?
Lin Qing walked to the front door, her finger pressing on the fingerprint verification area, before inputting a series of passwords. The estate used a combination of password and fingerprint to allow entry. She felt this was quite convenient, eliminating the inconvenience of forgetting to bring keys.
Upon entering, she hung a small suitcase by the entrance hall's low cabinet. Looking down, a pair of striking red high heels lay ostentatiously on the ground. Behind them lay a shirt, a miniskirt, and black... perfume mixed with a trail of decadent aroma filled the air.
These women's clothes scattered all over the ground seemed to be declaring an irreplaceable ownership.
Although Lin Qing had already guessed something in her heart, she headed towards the main bedroom with a defiant spirit of "won't cry until seeing the coffin." It was their matrimonial room, yet she had never slept inside it.
The door was ajar. The incessant sounds of intimacy resonated in her ears making anyone blush with a pounding heart. The sound insulation effect of the tranquil estate was excellent. The two bodies on the bed naturally did not notice the woman by the door.
"Mm… Ah Yu… Ah…" The woman subconsciously supported her waist, drawing herself closer to him.
Tang Jinyu tirelessly demanded more from the woman beneath him, the gratification fueling his continuous low groan.
"Call out louder…" Hearing the woman's irritating voice made him even more excited. He simply placed his fingers in the woman's mouth. She, too, was a rare find, opening her mouth and sucking his fingers, skillfully flicking with her tongue. She now moaned even louder.
Standing by the door, whilst Lin Qing's heart remained indifferent, her clenched right-hand shook slightly. She didn't have a habit of keeping long nails, but even so, her smooth nails dug deep into her palms. She, however, did not feel any pain.
She and Tang Jinyu were originally married on the spur-of-the-moment. Before their marriage, the two agreed not to live together within the first two years, and the man was free to fool around. However, what she never expected was that he would bring a woman back to Qingling Garden, let alone do such disgusting things in their marital bedroom. Thinking about their wedding photo hanging on the wall, it was truly a supreme irony!
After turning around, Lin Qing went downstairs and pulled out a small box from the storage cabinet on the side of the wall, meanwhile turning off the main switch on the wall. Then, she went back upstairs.
The moonlight was streaming through the window, providing enough light for her to discern the stairs. Holding her breath, she clumsily approached the master bedroom.
The sudden blackout seemed to startle the man and woman in the bedroom, causing an eerie silence to cover the entire Qingling Garden.
"What's the matter, Jinyu? Let's continue…" The woman on the bed didn't get a response from Tang Jinyu, which only magnified her emptiness.
There was a moment of confusion for Tang Jinyu. He knew Lin Qing had been out of town on business and was supposed to return tomorrow.
Perhaps, it’s just a power outage in Qingling Garden.
As the woman under him moved restlessly, he then resumed kissing her.
As the people on the bed continued their actions, Lin Qing became so nervous that sweat trickled down her forehead. Listening to the intimate sound of her husband with another woman, she must be the first person in the world who could do this!
Crouching on the floor, she scattered the things from her hand, fearing the noise of metal hitting the tile would betray her. Even though her palm had several scratches, she was still very cautious.
After a while, watching the metal objects on the ground gleam under the moonlight, she retraced her steps, groping her way out the door in the dark. Standing straight and looking back at the house, she thought, “You like doing it right? Then let's add some excitement!”
Nevertheless, she decided she would not live in this Qingling Garden anymore!
Lin Qing went into the small adjacent bedroom, using her phone flashlight to pack her summer clothes from the wardrobe into a bag. There weren’t many clothes so it didn’t take long. Before leaving the room, she did not forget to turn off the flashlight.
She took one last look at the small, detached house before driving away.
At eleven o'clock at night, Lin Qing sat alone at the bar counter, palming a glass of alcohol. Blood seeped from her wound and dripped into the drink, but she continued to down one glass after another.
The bartender, noticing her attractive features and professional attire, didn't take her for an indecent woman. Most remarkably, he watched bloody swirls melt into the alcohol, assuming the taste must be metallic. This woman must be formidable.
"Miss... your hand!" Unable to bear it any longer, the bartender retrieved some cotton swabs, iodine, and medical gauze from the cabinet, pushing them toward her. It wasn't uncommon for trouble to stir in bars, so having such supplies on hand made things simpler.
After the bartender's reminder, she noticed the stabbing pain radiating from her palm. Her hand, which had held the nail, was also injured! Seeing fresh blood beads bubbling up from her wound, she licked it, savoring the strange metallic sweetness. However, within seconds, new drops of blood emerged from her fair skin.
Lin Qing wiped away the blood with a tissue from the box, then dabbed the wound with the iodine-soaked cotton swab. Slightly inebriated, she repeated the process several times until satisfied, murmuring her thanks aloud. She contemplated how humane bars had become...
Just when she reached for the bandages, a hand suddenly blocked her view.
"Hey, don't. How can we let a beauty like you do such a thing as bandaging up?"
Following the voice, she turned to see a man standing next to her, a bit taller, with slicked-back hair and a prominent earring.
The man in the pink shirt squinted at the woman before him. He'd been watching her since she licked her wound. The fact she could wear professional clothing so eloquently was indeed rare. Her skin seemed so tender that a small scrape could cause an injury.
Lin Qing lazily glanced at him before responding, "No need," turning her attention back to the bandages and beginning to wrap her injured hand.
As the man's hand neared her, she flinched away, somewhat repulsed.
"I said no need, thank you!" She loathed persistent men, especially those with lewd appearances and cocky attitudes. Their 'I'm the boss' demeanor made her feel sick. Buoyed by alcohol, she followed her instincts. On a normal day, she would have avoided such trouble.
The man's mouth twitched, his ring of facial stubble moving with it, "You're not appreciative of my help? Let me show you what I've got!" With that, he made a grab at her waist. Thankfully, Lin Qing was flexible from yoga and deftly evaded his grasp.
The bar was bustling with all sorts, never lacking those with frivolous behavior. As the man was about to seize Lin Qing, the bartender feigned a mistake, pouring the leftover drink on the man, wetting a large part of his pants.
The bartender quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! Let me get you a towel to clean that up!" In the moment he turned to grab a towel, he caught sight of Lin Qing making a swift exit from the bar.
"Son of a b***h..." The man didn't care about his wet lower half; angered, he pursued the woman who had just slipped from his grasp.
