Chapter 1979: Men Without Rights (Part Nine)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“F*ck!”
Young Master Yan erupted in rage and almost smashed his phone.
It was that damned Jiang Zhuoheng’s fault! He had set up a trap for him. He may have bullied Jiang Zhuoheng ever since they were boys, but this trap of his had brought the most devastating consequence of all.
The more he mulled over it, the more incensed he was. If he wasn’t in a hurry to get his wife back right now, he would have walloped that fellow to a pulp.
He had a sudden inspiration and dialed Su Yue’s number.
She answered after a few rings and he hastily asked, “Su Yue, did your third sister-in-law call you?”
Su Yue snorted coldly. “Third Brother. Is third sister-in-law missing?”
Yan Rusheng immediately knew that she was aware, judging from her response. He hastily softened his tone, “Your third sister-in-law misunderstood me because I was trying to help you.”
“No idea. Don’t ask me.”
Su Yue immediately hung up. Yan Rusheng narrowed his eyes maliciously on the phone. He really wanted to slam the phone against the floor right now.
He scurried back to his room and headed for the bed. It was slightly messy and he deduced that Xuxu must have slept in it earlier on.
Then he visualized how she would use her phone in bed.
‘F*ck f*ck f*ck!’
Young Master Yan aimed a kick at the bed out of frustration.
“Ouch!”
He exerted too much force that he hurt his toes. He groaned deeply in pain.
“Jiang Zhuoheng, just you wait!”
Even at this moment, he didn’t dare to berate Wen Xuxu at all, although she wasn’t even around.
He limped slowly to the wardrobe and opened the doors. He inspected her clothes.
‘Damn it. How long is this stupid woman planning to go for her trip? Is she planning to stay overseas long-term?’
She had packed so many clothes.
After a painful realization, Young Master Yan knew that his dear wife and his mother had left home.
He walked to the couch and collapsed on it. He tugged at his collar out of annoyance.
Suddenly, he received a WeChat notification. He hastily picked up his phone, but was crestfallen the next moment.
Jiang Zhuoheng had sent a photo to the group chat.
Yan Rusheng was boiling with anger the moment he saw Jiang Zhuoheng’s name. He was about to fling his phone aside when he had a sudden whim to read the message.
He clicked on it and almost died of rage when he saw Jiang Zhuoheng’s photo.
There was a round table with two glasses of wine. A slender woman in loose bathrobes, with her tousled silky hair falling across her shoulders, sat across the table.
The scene looked romantic and lovely.
Yan Rusheng squeezed his phone hard as he typed, ‘Jiang Zhuoheng, the scenery is wonderful outside. Why don’t you jump off and take a look?’
Jiang Zhuoheng sent a reply. ‘I’m living a blissful and contented life. Why should I jump off?’
He followed up with another message. ‘Or are you the one who is thinking of jumping off right now?’
Yan Rusheng was speechless.
‘Oh yeah. Xuxu just called me to say that she is going on a trip. If I want to join her, I can contact her.’
Young Master Yan exploded with rage at his message.
That stupid woman called Jiang Zhuoheng and informed him?! This was a pure insult and a slap on his face!
‘Jiang Zhuoheng, you’re too much!’
He typed quickly, as he breathed heavily. ‘If you tell me about Xuxu’s whereabouts right now, I will treat it as you’re making amends.’
Jiang Zhuoheng replied, ‘She is your wife. Shouldn’t you know instead of me?’
It infuriated Young Master Yan.