Chapter 273 I'm So Stupid

Zhou Jianye's dazed voice came from the living room.

Zhao Xiaojing and Dong Mei leaned against the door, not daring to breathe. Feeling panicked, Dong Mei gritted her teeth and stuffed the turned-on cell phone into Zhao Xiaojing's hand.

"You look for it carefully, I'll go out." Dong Mei said in a low voice.

Zhao Xiaojing's heart suddenly started beating like a drum. She glanced at her phone, the screen of which had dimmed a little, clicked twice hurriedly, held the phone tightly, and nodded at Dong Mei.

Dong Mei was about to open the door when there was another crisp "bang" sound coming from the living room, and then the sofa creaked a few times.

The two looked at each other, stopped what they were doing at the same time, and listened attentively to the noise in the living room.

A few seconds later, the snoring sound started again.

Dong Mei clutched her chest and gasped, "He got up to drink some water. Luckily we connected the tap water in advance. He'd drink himself to death!"

Zhao Xiaojing raised her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead in the middle of winter. "It's okay if you're not awake. I was scared to death."

"Come and take a look." Dong Mei gently locked the door and pulled Zhao Xiaojing back to sit on the bed.

Zhao Xiaojing lowered her head and the first thing she saw on the screen was a cell phone screensaver that showed a little boy who looked like he was taking a photo of the full moon, lying on a mat with a chubby face and a bright smile on his face.

It seems that this time it is correct. Zhao Xiaojing breathed a sigh of relief and looked through it carefully.

This time the phone interface became dazzling. Zhao Xiaojing had a hard time reading all kinds of news, short videos, securities, cars, banks, and mahjong apps. It took her a lot of effort to finally find the photo album.

There are a lot more photos in the album this time. Although there are only more than 300 photos in total, the amount of information is very rich.

Zhao Xiaojing took a look and saw photos of work, receipts, meals, son, and Zheng Zihui. One of them looked like a family photo, with Zhou Jianye's son sitting among several adults, and Zheng Zihui standing next to him.

Zhao Xiaojing didn't have time to take a closer look, so she turned on the Bluetooth and transferred the data to her mobile phone without caring whether it was useful or not.

"Third Aunt, let's collect evidence first. We don't have time to study them one by one. Send them to me first, and we'll look at them slowly later." Zhao Xiaojing explained softly as she passed them.

Dong Mei next to her didn't say anything for a long time. Zhao Xiaojing looked up and saw that Dong Mei was staring at her mobile phone, her chest heaving violently, and the anger in her eyes was as tangible as if it was about to spit out flames.

Zhao Xiaojing hurriedly held her hand, "Third Aunt, calm down. We haven't checked his money yet."

Dong Mei took a few deep breaths and nodded vigorously after hearing this.

Seeing this, Zhao Xiaojing gave up the idea of ​​looking for evidence of Zhou Jianye's infidelity from the chat records, and instead opened the text messages, trying to find Zhou Jianye's income information from the bank's service text messages.

However, after searching for a long time, they found that Zhou Jianye had many bank cards, but except for some credit cards and bank cards for normal expenses and a few thousand yuan in salary, there was nothing unusual.

Zhao Xiaojing asked Dong Mei to take the three bank cards from Zhou Jianye's box. After checking, she found that the first two cards, a bunch of miscellaneous credit cards, had text message notifications, but the bank card issued by Mingcheng that Dong Mei had just taken did not have a single one.

Then she opened Zhou Jianye's securities and Zhifubao and asked Dong Mei to try the password twice, but both were wrong. Zhao Xiaojing didn't dare to try again and opened it anyway.

There is no need to search, the top one is a woman with the note "wise".

What was there to understand now? Zhao Xiaojing silently handed the phone to Dong Mei. Looking at her sweaty palms and shivering from the cold in the middle of winter, she sighed for her in her heart, sat aside, turned her head and looked out the window dejectedly.

"Xiaojing, Xiaojing." After a while, Dong Mei pulled Zhao Xiaojing and handed her the phone with a heavy nasal and hoarse voice.

Zhao Xiaojing took it and took a look. It was a chat record about decorating the house. "Hui" was probably in charge of the decoration. She sent Zhou Jianye many photos of workers working on the construction and the drainage and electricity of the house. Zhou Jianye gave instructions from time to time, saying things like "tell them to do secondary drainage", "the kitchen line should be separate", and some ambiguous remarks like "this light line is in a good position. I will install a laser light here for you in the future, and you can jump here", "let's build a bookcase so that Hanghang can do his homework when he comes", and "Hui" replied "how many times can you come? I can't be too attentive as your aunt, or my sister-in-law will have an opinion", and so on.

Zhao Xiaojing felt a tight breath in her chest and her head was pounding. She glanced at Dong Mei and found that although her eyes were full of tears, she was surprisingly calm. She just sat there staring at the phone in Zhao Xiaojing's hand.

Zhao Xiaojing felt relieved and continued to scroll up. When she flipped through the pages, she could see everything from choosing a decoration company, the style of the house, the video of the entire house in its rough state when the house was handed over and the keys were collected, some miscellaneous transfers, and topics about her son and work.

Zhao Xiaojing looked at the date. The house was delivered about half a year ago. It took another four or five months to hire someone to start the renovation. Now the house has taken shape, with only some soft furnishings left.

There were too many chat records, so Zhao Xiaojing turned on the screen recorder on her phone, picked out some important clips, and recorded the other party's and Zhou Jianye's account information to prove their identities, and then sent them all to her own phone.

Finally, I checked the WeChat bill records, and as expected, they were meaningless. The transfers to "Hui" on WeChat were just small amounts of money like 5 2 0, 1 3 1 4, which Zhao Xiaojing had already collected when she recorded the screen.

Although the infidelity is already solid evidence, this transfer is of no help other than disgusting. No one knows who paid for the house and whose name it is in.

"Auntie San, put it back, it's almost done." Zhao Xiaojing sighed, exited Bluetooth, cleared the record of her operations, and handed Zhou Jianye's phone back to Dong Mei.

Dong Mei nodded woodenly, took the phone with one hand and turned off the screen, opened the door with the other hand and walked back to the living room, then put the phone back into Zhou Jianye's trouser pocket.

It was not until she saw the phone put back that Zhao Xiaojing's heart, which had been beating wildly since a while ago, finally calmed down.

Dong Mei didn't know what she was thinking. After putting down her phone, she stood there quietly, looking down at Zhou Jianye for a long time before turning around and returning to Zhao Xiaojing's room.

"Xiao Jing, I'm so stupid. Don't learn from me in the future." Dong Mei's eyes had a strange light and she actually smiled slightly.

"During the day I was wondering if it was a mistake, a coincidence, that the child just happened to look like him and they just met on the street.

Considering that he has been working hard all year round and our relationship is not good, it is understandable that he hides some private money.

Thinking that Yanyan is so old now, although he has not fulfilled his father's responsibilities, he still loves Yanyan sincerely and calls her every two days. Whenever Yanyan has something to do and asks him for money, it is difficult, but he will give her some in the end.

Haha... I'm so stupid. I've lived for more than fifty years in vain, and my brain is still not good."