Jiang Qimeng's private detective frantically took photos, sending them to her. She, in turn, forwarded them to Si Yuhuan.
Every time, whether it was shopping, eating, or hanging out with friends, she would "coincidentally" catch Jian Xi with different men, laughing and talking, "acting intimately."
Si Yuhuan had looked at the previous photos without much concern, until today.
When he saw Jian Xi dining with Fu Shengyuan, he abruptly shot up from the bed.
Yan Qing had just brought in food when Si Yuhuan grabbed his coat and rushed out.
"Boss, what's going on?"
The only response Yan Qing received was the wave of anger radiating from Si Yuhuan, who didn't even bother to look back.
"It's over. The madam must have provoked the boss again," Yan Qing lamented, on the verge of tears. When would these two stop their shenanigans!
"Wait for me." The boss was still sick; for safety reasons, Yan Qing now stayed close at all times.
