Chapter 77: Let's See What Level He's Really At

77 Then let him see what level he really is.

Xie Shiyu and Tushan Jiu arrived at the old residence, one after the other.

As soon as he got out of the car, a bunch of fiery red roses appeared in front of Tushan Jiu, 'Thanks for your hard work, Jiujiu.'

Tushan Jiu's eyes flashed with surprise, 'Roses!'

'Hmm, I didn't know what flowers you like, so I decided on my own to give you red roses. Do you like them?'

'Like!' Tushan Jiu gave an affirmative reply, took it, and said with a smile, 'This is the first time I've ever received roses, thank you, Xie Shiyu.'

Xie Shiyu rubbed her head, 'Jiujiu, you can't be so easily satisfied, or you'll be letting me off easy.'

Tushan Jiu instantly blushed.

Ignoring his teasing, she hugged the roses and walked inside.

The man behind chuckled lightly, his long legs striding to catch up.

But Tushan Jiu turned back, raised her chin at the car, 'Take the things up, I brought little cakes for Auntie and them.'

Just then the driver also got out of the car, opened the rear door on the other side, took out a package, walked over and handed it to Xie Shiyu.

Xie Shiyu obediently picked up the things, then caught up again with Tushan Jiu, who had already walked ahead.

In autumn, the sky gets dark earlier.

By eight o'clock it's completely dark.

At this moment, inside a residential community, a man wearing a suit, a mask, and a hat looked somewhat out of place.

He poked his head out from behind a big tree, watching a couple walking hand in hand not far away in the square, his fists clenched tightly.

The woman seemed to have some pregnancy reaction, she retched twice.

The man nervously hurriedly patted her back gently.

Seeing the woman wave her hand and say she was fine, then seeing the sweet smile on her face, a bitter laugh escaped his throat: 'Wu Lan, you actually...'

'Hah, they told me I was scolding them for being jealous of my happiness, but in the end I turned out to be the clown!'

'You don't love me anymore, why not say so? Why choose this way to insult me?'

Chang Yaohui muttered as if he'd gone mad, clutching his hands tightly, desperately restraining the urge to rush over and expose the truth.

A month ago, his wife discovered she was seven and a half weeks pregnant; his company was busy with a new project, so she suggested going back to her parents' house to rest the pregnancy.

He originally didn't want to leave her.

They had been together since college, never separated for all these years, and he still felt a bit unadjusted.

A week after she returned to her parents' home, a friend called him, saying he had seen his wife and a man entering and exiting their residential complex together, looking very affectionate.

At first, he thought the friend was joking, scolded him, and blocked him.

He thought it was fine not to be friends with someone who joked about his marriage.

After all, whenever he had free time he would video call his wife; her pregnancy symptoms were severe, she basically never left the house, how could it be as they said?

But then, about four or five days later, a high school classmate also saw it.

Moreover, he said he happened to run into Wu Lan vomiting while buying fruit, he went over to give her a bottle of water, but she said she didn't know him, and shortly after a stranger holding a thermos cup appeared by her side.

That was when he planted the seed of suspicion.

After hearing the classmate's words, he immediately video-called Wu Lan, but this time Wu Lan didn't answer as quickly as usual.

Instead, it took a full half hour before she called him back.

He still remembered, at that time her face was rather pale, and he couldn't tell if she was startled by his sudden video call.

Because her parents' home was also in Nan Cheng, just in the North Star District, farther from the city center, belonging to the suburbs.

And the place his friend mentioned was not far from the North Star District, right nearby.

So she must have rushed back home just to make that video call, right?

They looked exactly alike, both were pregnant, and their voices sounded similar.

How could such a coincidence happen in this world?

Chang Yaohui took a deep look at that man, a very ordinary fellow.

What makes him better than me!

His mind was in a mess now; he didn't know what to do, nor how to face the woman he loved deeply but who had hurt him.

He still had his reason; he couldn't scare his pregnant wife.

So he chose to draw his silhouette into the darkness.

On the way back, knowing he couldn't focus enough to drive, he simply took out his phone and hailed a cab.

While he was waiting for the car.

He didn't expect Wu Lan and that man to actually walk over.

He instantly straightened his body.

Is she not pretending anymore?

Getting ready to showdown with him?

Or is that man forcing her to come and tell him they should divorce?

In an instant, Chang Yaohui's mind flooded with many questions.

But the next second, the two walked past him, hand in hand, chatting.

Chang Yaohui: '???'

Suddenly he remembered he was wearing a hat and mask, and it was dark; maybe she didn't recognize him.

The car arrived.

The driver saw him still standing there and honked.

The couple ahead turned around, and Chang Yaohui instinctively looked over.

Their eyes met.

One second.

Two seconds.

The other person showed no reaction, turned his head and left.

"Honey, I just realized I need to do a prenatal checkup tomorrow."

"Sure, wait until tomorrow after I finish my interview at the Xie Clan, then I'll accompany you in the afternoon."

"Okay!"

Chang Yaohui looked surprised; that man actually still has no job!

He was so angry he kicked the roadside tree hard.

The tree, already beginning to shed its leaves, showered him with a rustling of leaves when he kicked it.

Seeing that, the taxi driver opened the window and asked, "Hey, buddy, are you still taking a cab?"

Chang Yaohui glanced at him, then closed his eyes and said, "Sure, let's go!"

He opened the car door, got in, and still not forgetting, glanced again, squinting in the direction they had gone.

Was what that man just said about the Xie Clan?

Is he going to the Xie Clan for an interview tomorrow?

Fine, then let's see just what level he's at!

"Bang," the car door shut.

The car drove away.

That night, Chang Yaohui hardly slept, just waiting to confront that adulterer face to face the next day.

The next day, he went to the company early in the morning.

First, he calmed himself and carefully checked his work once over; only after finding no problems did he go to the HR department.

Having worked at the Xie Clan for so many years, he was very familiar with Li Qing, the HR department director.

Li Qing was also somewhat surprised to see him come.

He chuckled and asked Chang Yaohui, "Hey there, rare visitor—your project department isn't always busy to the point of flying, how do you have time to come to my HR department?"

"Nothing much, just coming to see—what time do the interviews start today?"

Li Qing said, "Eight-thirty, same time every day; today's interviews are for the logistics department."

Chang Yaohui let out a soft hum, "Fine, I'll follow you for the interviews today."

Li Qing laughed, but his eyes held a warning: "No, did you take the wrong medicine? You, a project department director, coming to steal my work? If Xie Zong finds out, none of us will have a good outcome!"

Knowing the ways of the workplace, Chang Yaohui naturally said, "Brother Li, rest assured, I'm just here to look—I won't say anything."

Li Qing frowned, glanced at him twice, then after a moment said, "Looking is fine, but don't blame me if I don't give you face for anything else."

Chang Yaohui nodded, "Thanks, Brother Li."

Li Qing picked up his thermos, tapped his shoulder, and said, "Alright, let's go, it's almost time."