The few colorful pillows that Cheng Qingchong had bought that were on the sofa, the painting that she had hung on the wall, the pair of dolls that she had put beside the television as decoration…
That woman sure is obedient, I had her remove all her stuff, and she really didn't leave one piece behind!
Qin Yinan scoffed and tipped his head back to finish the RIO in one gulp. Then he removed his shirt and stepped into the bathroom to take his shower.
After showering, Qin Yinan stood before the mirror in the window and used the towel to wipe his hair dry. When he accidentally got a glance of the claw marks left on his chest and back, he froze, and even the company business details that he was thinking about stopping moving in his mind.
After a long time, Qin Yinan finally pulled his gaze away from the mirror. He rubbed his hair roughly twice, put on his pajamas, and left the bathroom. There was a meeting tomorrow morning, but lying in bed, Qin Yinan found it difficult to fall asleep.
He tossed and turned in bed for a long time before getting up to walk to the balcony. After being blasted by the spring breeze for a few minutes, he returned to the living room to pour himself a glass of water. When he passed the main bedroom, he couldn't help but glance at it.
Before this, when he came out at night, he would be able to see a sliver of light from underneath the door coming from the night light Cheng Qingchong had the habit of putting on when she slept.
Now, it was completely dark.
After drinking half the glass of water, Qin Yinan returned to his room. However, at the last minute, he walked to the main bedroom and pushed the door open. The window within was open, and the night draft caressed him lightly on his face—it carried with it the faded scent of Cheng Qingchong.
Qin Yinan flipped on the light, and the originally packed room was startlingly empty except for a very large box that had been left on the bedside table. It was not sealed.
Stuff that she left behind? Qin Yinan walked toward it to pry it open. With just one glance, he was petrified. All the presents that he had bought for her were in there—big ones, small ones, cheap ones, expensive ones… Even the pair of socks that he had bought for her when they went to the movies a few days ago was in there. The packaging wasn't even opened yet, but it sat in there as if unused.
For some reason, Qin Yinan's heart skipped twice. Then he closed the box in a hurry. When he did so, he saw the keys and bank card left on the table. The keys were to his house, and the bank card was the card that he had given her for everyday expenses on the second day of their marriage.
The bank was connected to his phone, so he would receive a message from the bank if the card was used in any transaction. However, they had been married for almost a year, and he hadn't received any messages about this card. If not for it sitting right there, he would have forgotten completely about it already.
Qin Yinan gulped before turning to head back to his bedroom. His desire to sleep had become even less. He picked up his phone to look at the time—4 am—he needed to report at work in less than four hours. Qin Yinan gave up on the thought of sleep and clicked his email open to do some work. He then realized there were few new messages in his inbox. Without thinking about it, he clicked them open.
He was just thinking about there hadn't been any messages about transactions using the card and here they were.
However, they weren't purchases but transfer alerts.
When he looked closer, he realized there were six digits.