Although there are no visuals, the sound is enough.

Qian Rou slowly walked up to Song Mingyuan, then slowly squatted down, holding the tablet screen in her hand facing him.

"You should know this place very well!" Qian Rou's voice was calm but with a hint of mockery.

Song Mingyuan stared at the tablet screen, feeling that the items inside looked somewhat familiar, but he couldn't quite place where he had seen them before.

Qian Rou quietly looked at his bewildered expression, a faint smile playing on her lips, and said softly, "This is your home, haven't you forgotten? You're the one who asked me to install the security cameras in your house."

Upon hearing this, Song Mingyuan's eyes widened as if struck by lightning, and a few blurry fragments of memory flashed through his mind. Yes, he had indeed asked Qian Rou to install surveillance cameras in his home to monitor his wife and prevent her from cheating.

However, the sounds coming from the tablet computer at that moment completely baffled him. It was clearly the sound of a man and a woman passionately entwined, and it sounded quite intense.

Just as Song Mingyuan was in shock, a conversation between a man and a woman suddenly came from the tablet computer, which made his eyes almost pop out of their sockets.

Inside the villa, Lin Wan hugged Wang Hu tightly around the neck and said sweetly, "You're so amazing."

Wang Hu chuckled and replied smugly, "How does she compare to your husband?"

Lin Wan immediately retorted coquettishly, "Don't mention him. How can he compare to you?"

Upon hearing the voices coming from inside, Song Mingyuan immediately recognized them as those of his wife, Lin Wan, and Wang Hu, the man he had been resentful of for the past few days.

An uncontrollable rage instantly ignited within him, so intense that it completely overshadowed his initial fear. His eyes widened, and he roared at Qian Rou with a ferocious expression, "Ah! Qian Rou, you filthy bitch! You must be the one behind this, right!"

Hearing Song Mingyuan's curses, Xiao Guo, who was standing behind Qian Rou, rushed forward without hesitation and kicked him hard in the face.

The kick caused Song Mingyuan's face to swell up instantly. He groaned in pain, but his anger did not diminish at all.

However, Qian Rou felt an unprecedented sense of vengeful pleasure welling up inside her. But she felt that this was not enough to vent her anger, so she quickly stopped Xiao Guo, who was about to continue kicking and hitting Song Mingyuan.

Then, Qian Rou held the tablet computer in front of Song Mingyuan, deliberately turning it sideways so he could see it more clearly. A cold smile played on her lips as she said, "Enjoy it. You piece of trash!"

After saying that, Qian Rou turned and led Xiao Guo out of the unfinished building. They got into the dilapidated Santana, and as Xiao Guo started the car, she asked doubtfully, "Sister Rou, are we just going to let him go like this?"

Qian Rou's smile grew even colder as she replied, "How could that be? Originally, I wanted to kill him with one blow to avenge my hatred. But after your persuasion, I think letting him die so easily would be too good for him."

Xiao Guo pouted and said, "Then why did you stop me just now? You could have let me beat him up. I've wanted to beat him up for ages!"

Xiao Guo is a girl from the countryside who was tricked into going to a bathhouse. When she tried to escape, she met Qian Rou, who then rescued her!

Xiao Guo was one of her few friends. She had always felt that Song Mingyuan was not sincere and always advised her to break up with him.

However, Qian Rou regarded Song Mingyuan as her savior at the time, so she never agreed, and Xiao Guo kept thinking about beating him up.

Lin Wan had never experienced such a joyful feeling before. She was completely immersed in it and didn't want Wang Hu to leave. She clung tightly to Wang Hu as if he were the most important person in her life.

Wang Hu was also a man who knew how to cherish women, and naturally he wouldn't refuse Lin Wan's advances. Thus, every corner of the room became their passionate stage, leaving behind traces of their love everywhere.

On the other side of the unfinished building, after Qian Rou and Xiao Guo left, Song Mingyuan began to try his best to break free of the ropes binding him.

He kept rubbing the rope, hoping to wear it down. However, due to his long-term indulgence in alcohol and women, his strength had long been exhausted, and he felt completely worn out after only a short while.

Nevertheless, the sounds coming from the tablet and the occasional glimpses of Wang Hu and Lin Wan walking naked through the screen became his motivation to persevere. Finally, at midnight, he successfully wore the rope through.

At that moment, the tablet computer automatically shut down due to running out of battery, but Song Mingyuan didn't care about that anymore. He rushed out of the unfinished building.

To his surprise, when he ran outside, he found his luxurious Rolls-Royce still parked in the same spot, with the car keys on the roof.

Without thinking, as if by reflex, he quickly grabbed the keys and opened the car door without hesitation.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind—to get back as soon as possible, to take revenge on Qian Rou, and also on Wang Hu and Lin Wan.

Without hesitation, he floored the accelerator, and the car sped away like a wild horse.

However, it wasn't long before he realized something was wrong.

The car's brakes seemed to have completely failed; no matter how hard he pressed the brake pedal, the vehicle showed no signs of slowing down.

Worse still, even when he released the accelerator, the vehicle continued to accelerate, as if propelled by an invisible force.

Finally, it dawned on him why Qian Rou had left the car to him. It was a carefully designed trap, meant to kill him!

But it was too late, even if he understood everything now. At a sharp turn, he could no longer control the vehicle. He felt the car suddenly lurch and then roll at an alarming speed toward the roadside green belt.

Right at this intersection, a dilapidated black Santana sat quietly, its windows closed. Inside sat Qian Rou and Xiao Guo. Qian Rou watched everything unfold before her expressionlessly, her hand gripping her phone tightly as she dialed 120.

Seeing this, Xiao Guo asked, somewhat puzzled, "Why do you still want to save him?"

Qian Rou's voice was cold and resolute: "The airbags in this car are out of order, and the car is going so fast!"

Without needing to say a word, Xiao Guo instantly understood Qian Rou's intention. She wanted Song Mingyuan to suffer a agonizing existence, a fate worse than death.

Qian Rou continued, "He got what he deserved. He was the one who had someone teach me these tricks for tampering with cars. I just never expected that the first time I used them on him!"