Chapter 1734

"I'm not a policeman, don't be nervous. But I want to tell you that tomorrow is the weekend. If you pretend to go out to play mahjong tomorrow and then secretly observe your husband, you will definitely discover something."

Meng Lan felt her heartbeat accelerate all at once: "What on earth are you referring to? What's wrong with my husband?"

"If you want to know what's wrong with him, go find the answer yourself. By the way, I must remind you: when you are looking for the answer, it's best to bring people from your maiden family. Also, he generally won't go anywhere else; he'll be in the building you live in."

"Why are you telling me these things?"

"You are a good woman; I just can't stand to watch. Alright, goodbye!"

"Don't hang up! Who are you? Who on earth are you?" Meng Lan shouted hysterically, but the cold, busy signal still came from the receiver.

This day, Meng Lan was in a state of chaos and had no heart to do anything. However, Section Chief Pi didn't discover Meng Lan's abnormality; he continued to play the role of a good husband and a good father.

Before going to sleep at night, Section Chief Pi asked casually, "Are you going to play cards tomorrow?"

This sentence was like a basin of cold water poured onto Meng Lan's head, giving her a jolt that chilled her to the bone, yet it also made her become clear-headed. She instantly transformed into the best actor—perhaps every woman is a good actor at such a time.

"Of course I'm going to play cards. I already made an appointment with them today," Meng Lan also said very casually.

Section Chief Pi said, "Then I'll cook early tomorrow noon. After eating, I'll ride my bicycle to send you to play cards."

Meng Lan said, "Alright, you don't need to send me. I'll go myself; it's not far. You just take care of Xiao Zhuo at home."

Section Chief Pi nodded and said, "Alright, win more money back tomorrow."

Meng Lan said, "That goes without saying. My mahjong level is not something to brag about; I win at least seven or eight times out of ten."

"Alright, then go to sleep early." Section Chief Pi turned over and slept facing the other side.

Meng Lan's body leaned toward Section Chief Pi, hugging him from behind. Her hand touched Section Chief Pi's lower parts; this was a secret signal between the husband and wife, indicating that Meng Lan wanted marital relations.

If it were in the past, Section Chief Pi would definitely have been full of vigor at such a time and would have had a great time to satisfy his wife's needs. But today, Section Chief Pi gently pushed his wife's soft hand aside and said softly, "Sleep early; I'm a bit tired today."

Meng Lan couldn't help but recall that she and her husband seemed to have not had marital relations for a long time. She usually wasn't very keen on marital relations, and most of the time it was her husband who was more active. But during this period, her husband hadn't taken the initiative to ask, and she was happy to be like that to avoid trouble, which caused her to ignore this fact all at once.

If it weren't for that phone call, she might have found it hard to discover this fact. But since she had received that phone call, her husband's abnormalities during this period surfaced in her mind one by one, like insects gnawing at her heart.

Section Chief Pi was a handsome guy when he was young. Meng Lan had been in love with him since middle school and had been in love with him for several years before they got married. Their relationship had always been very good, and Meng Lan loved him very much. She had never thought that he would actually have a day like this.

Although she hadn't seen it with her own eyes yet, Meng Lan's intuition told her that this matter was already eight or nine out of ten.

Section Chief Pi beside her let out a rhythmic snoring sound, which meant he had already entered dreamland. But how could Meng Lan fall asleep? She stared with wide eyes, fixed on the ceiling, recalling the dozen or so years she had been with Section Chief Pi. Recalling these, her heart hurt more and more.

She was also thinking: if her husband was having an affair in this building, who would his lover be? She thought about every woman in this building, but couldn't come to any conclusion. She felt everyone was possible, but also felt no one was possible.

Meng Lan thought like this all night until she saw the fish-belly white appear on the horizon. She then got up and made breakfast for her husband and son.

Section Chief Pi was usually a good husband and a good father; most of the cooking was done by him. After he woke up, he hurriedly went to the kitchen and said, "Meng Lan, why did you get up so early today? Let me make breakfast?"

Meng Lan laughed, "It's nothing. Usually you do it; what does it matter if I occasionally make a meal?"

Section Chief Pi said, "I like cooking. Cooking for my beloved and my son is a kind of happiness."

Section Chief Pi was not only a handsome guy but also a literary youth. He wrote good articles, and when he said sweet nothings to his wife, he had a whole set of them. Usually, such words would make Meng Lan intoxicated, but hearing them today, Meng Lan only felt irony and disgust.

Of course, at this moment, she still put on a moved appearance.

After the family finished breakfast, Section Chief Pi went out to buy groceries.

Meng Lan asked her son, "Xiao Zhuo, what do you usually do on Saturday and Sunday afternoons?"

Her son at first refused to answer. Under Meng Lan's repeated questioning, he finally answered, "I usually sleep. I don't know why, but as soon as it's Saturday or Sunday afternoon, I get especially sleepy and always sleep until Dad calls me to wake up. Sometimes, Dad gives me money to go out and play video games."

Meng Lan's son, Pi Wenzhuo, was only eight years old this year and was in the second grade of elementary school. Playing video games was his greatest hobby.

After hearing this, Meng Lan couldn't help but feel suspicious. Playing video games was nothing, but why did her son get sleepy every Saturday and Sunday afternoon?

Meng Lan asked, "Then why didn't you tell Mom?"

Pi Wenzhuo said, "Because you don't let me play video games. Dad said I had to keep it a secret."

Meng Lan asked again, "Then do you remember if your dad gave you anything to eat or drink on Saturday and Sunday afternoons?"

Pi Wenzhuo thought about it. After thinking for a while, he said, "I remember now. Dad usually lets me drink a glass of milk. After drinking the milk, I get very sleepy."

Meng Lan was already so angry she couldn't control herself. She roughly understood what had happened. However, at this moment, she still had to pretend as if nothing had happened.

Pi Wenzhuo asked, "Mom, did something happen?"

Meng Lan stroked the top of his head and said, "Xiao Zhuo, it's nothing. How about Mom takes you to Dafushan to play next week?"

Pi Wenzhuo clapped his hands happily and said, "Great! Mom is going to take me out to play!"

Looking at Pi Wenzhuo's happy appearance, Meng Lan felt a pang of guilt. How long had it been since she took her son out to play? She seemed to have been too addicted to mahjong. Now that such a thing had happened in the family, did she also have a responsibility?

Meng Lan said to Pi Wenzhuo, "Xiao Zhuo, if you like playing video games, go ahead. This afternoon, just say you don't want to sleep and let Dad give you money to go play video games."

Pi Wenzhuo nodded happily and said, "That's great. Thank you, Mom."