On the other side.

Zhou Wenbin, the deputy sergeant, returned home after a busy day and thought his wife had already gone to bed when he found the house dark.

But as he turned on the light, he saw her sitting on the sofa, expressionless, with her legs crossed, staring directly at him.

This startled Zhou Wenbin, and he patted his chest, grumbling, "Why are you sitting there in the dark, not sleeping at night?"

His wife, Jiang Fang, sneered, her side profile appearing somewhat eerie in the dim light and said sarcastically, "Feeling timid now? Did too many guilty things?"

This remark seemed to hit Zhou Wenbin's sore spot, and he angrily threw his bag on the cabinet and shouted, "What nonsense are you talking about? What guilty things did I do?"

Jiang Fang dismissed him with a laugh, "Sergeant Zhou has such great authority. Only you know what you do outside."

Zhou Wenbin suppressed his anger and said with a hint of warning, "Stop being unreasonable. I already have enough going on every day. Don't make things difficult."

"I'm being unreasonable?" Jiang Fang laughed as if hearing a funny joke, then suddenly stood up and threw a pile of photos on the ground, her expression fierce, "Are you busy sleeping with her?"

Zhou Wenbin's gaze fell on the scattered photos on the ground, his pupils suddenly constricting.

Then he raised his head to look at Jiang Fang, disbelief in his raspy voice, "You followed me?"

Jiang Fang stared at him defiantly, "That's right! If I didn't have someone follow you, how would I know about your busy days?"

"Zhou Wenbin, I've been with you since I was eighteen. Is this how you treat me now, thinking I'm old and worn out? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"

Zhou Wenbin felt like he couldn't hold back his anger, pointing at Jiang Fang with a trembling finger, "Have you gone mad? Had enough good days, and now you want to stir things up?"

Jiang Fang stared at his trembling hand, then suddenly grabbed the vase on the coffee table and smashed it to the ground.

"Crash!"

Shards scattered everywhere.

"I'm mad! Driven mad by you! Tomorrow, I'll take these photos to your office! Even if I destroy you, I won't fulfill another woman!" Jiang Fang's throat emitted a sharp howl.

This seemed to grab Zhou Wenbin's weak spot. His attitude softened immediately as he walked slowly to Jiang Fang, gently patting her back and said softly, "These are all misunderstandings. Things aren't the way you think they are..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Jiang Fang pushed him away, looking at him coldly, "Zhou Wenbin, stop pretending. If it's really a misunderstanding, you wouldn't go half a year without touching me."

With that, she walked toward the bedroom, slammed the door shut, and locked it from the inside.

Zhou Wenbin's hand hung in the air, his face gradually distorting, feeling like his chest was about to explode with anger.

After a good while, he finally calmed his anger, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette, taking deep drags.

Once the cigarette was exhausted, he stubbed it out, took out his phone, and called his driver.

"You don't need to drive me for the next two days. Follow my wife and make sure she doesn't cause trouble, understand?"

The driver on the other end quickly responded, "Understood, I'll keep an eye on her."

After hanging up, Zhou Wenbin leaned back on the sofa, exhaled deeply, and after adjusting his emotions, he headed toward the study.

As soon as he turned on the light, he noticed a black notebook in the most conspicuous place on the desk.

Clearly, it wasn't his.

Zhou Wenbin thought it was another piece of evidence gathered by his wife and didn't pay much attention, sitting down to flip through the notebook.

But after a quick glance, his face turned grim again.

It was indeed evidence, but not collected by his wife, nor about him and some college student.

After he finished reading the contents of the notebook, Zhou Wenbin couldn't suppress his anger any longer.

He furiously tore the notebook in half, stomped on it several times.

Normally, someone in his position is adept at hiding emotions, but angered by his wife earlier and now realizing betrayal, he couldn't take it anymore.

At this moment, Zhou Wenbin didn't care who placed the notebook in his study, as long as he could confirm the contents were true.

He immediately picked up his phone and dialed Secretary Xia's number.

"Has the compensation for the demolition of the community on Yingbin Road been paid to Re Lijiang Company?"

On the other end, Secretary Xia thought the boss was rushing this task, so he assured, "Not yet, the amount is quite large, and the process might not finish until next Wednesday. I'll go to the working group on Monday to urge them to speed up."

"What rush? Follow the normal process, remind them to check thoroughly, no mistakes should occur," Zhou Wenbin said coldly.

Secretary Xia paused at these words. He understood the implication, just confused about why the boss suddenly decided this.

Zhou Wenbin continued to instruct on the phone, "Also, the New District Branch had a bidding project before, only 20% of the funds were allocated. I heard they're facing a financial issue recently. Go and check if that's true."

"Yes, I understand," Secretary Xia promptly responded.

"Okay, that's it. In the future, you should avoid getting too close to certain social circles. It's not good for your image."

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