Chapter 8 Catching an adulterer
The next evening, Wen Nanxi called Fu Ci Yan.
We can't let her bear this green hat forever. Divorce is not a difficult matter. It takes less than half an hour to complete the procedures.
The call was connected quickly, and Ji Jiaojiao's voice was heard.
"Hello? Sister Nanxi, Brother Yan is taking a shower. Do you need anything from him?"
bath?
Wen Nanxi suddenly felt a little breathless.
"Then tell him to be careful and not drown."
Hearing the busy tone on the other end of the phone, Ji Jiaojiao smiled triumphantly and deleted the call record.
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Ciyan came out of the meeting and frowned when he saw Ji Jiaojiao:
"Have you seen my phone?"
…
Fu Ci Yan did not go home for the next few days.
If Wen Nanxi hadn't often seen reports about Fu Ci Yan in the financial news, she would have thought she was a widower.
Wen Nanxi was really fed up with this kind of cold violence.
She didn't want to go out and stayed at home to take care of her health. Apart from drawing drafts, she just slept. Three days later, Xia Tian finally pulled her out of the villa.
Xia Tian felt a little disappointed and pointed at Wen Nanxi's lifeless forehead:
"Tell me about yourself, what have you become of yourself because of a man? He's a scumbag, just throw him away, why torture yourself!"
Suddenly seeing Wen Nanxi in the summer, I felt a little dazed. It was only three days, but it felt like three years.
"I'm cosplaying as a woman in seclusion, does it look like one?"
summer:......
"What do you mean by like? You are one. I finally escaped from the ravine. Come on, I'll take you to have fun."
In the summer, I drove my Mercedes-Benz all the way to the most lively bar in Kyoto.
Young people were twisting their bodies on the dance floor, and the colorful lights were dazzling.
Wen Nanxi's heart was pounding because of the noise. She didn't like such a noisy atmosphere.
"Why did you bring me to the bar? I can't drink, and you want to send me to the hospital again."
Summer flips her long hair and smiles charmingly:
"You can have some fun even if you don't drink. The guys here are all innocent and handsome, with eight-pack abs you can touch at will~"
Wen Nanxi: ...
That's not necessary.
How many men can compare to Fu Ciyan's body?
If Fu Ci Yan were sent to be a gigolo, he would definitely become the white moonlight in the hearts of all the rich women in Kyoto.
Xia Tian ordered a glass of juice and some food for Wen Nanxi. Holding the glass in one hand, he scanned the crowd in the bar.
Wen Nanxi thought she was looking for a handsome guy and was eating the fruit plate in front of her.
Suddenly, Xia Tian grabbed Wen Nanxi's hand and stared at a certain position fiercely:
"Finally I caught you! Come on, I'll help you catch the adulterer!"
Wen Nanxi was confused: "Huh?"
"I heard that jerk Jiang Haonan booked a private room here, and sure enough, they're here!"
Following Xia Tian's gaze, Wen Nanxi happened to see Fu Ci Yan's back.
He went up to the second-floor box.
Xia Tian calculated the time and waited for a while, then pulled Wen Nanxi upstairs and kicked open the door of the box with a bang.
"Fu Ciyan, you have a wife but you still have a mistress. Do you have any shame?"
Wen Nanxi: ...
Xia Tian had a bright voice and was full of energy. Her voice drowned out the sounds of drinking and having fun in the box, and all pairs of eyes looked towards the door.
"What's that screaming?"
The speaker was Jiang Haonan, Fu Ciyan's childhood friend and Ji Jiaojiao's most loyal supporter, who had often mocked Wen Nanxi in the past.
Wen Nanxi walked out from behind Xia Tian silently:
"Fu Ciyan, is cold violence interesting?"
Wen Nanxi looked past Jiang Haonan and looked at Fu Ciyan who was sitting in the middle of the box. His expression was a little unfathomable.
Sitting next to him was Ji Jiaojiao, who was wearing a short skirt with her belly button exposed. The two of them were very close to each other and looked very affectionate.
Wen Nanxi shuddered when he saw it.
Winter is almost here. Aren’t you cold wearing so little?
Jiang Haonan was stunned and subconsciously turned around to look at Fu Ci Yan.
Although he usually looks down on Wen Nanxi, Wen Nanxi is Fu Ci Yan's wife after all.
Fu Ciyan didn't react at all, so he could only say indifferently:
"What are you doing here? I didn't call you."
Wen Nanxi looked at Fu Ciyan, and suddenly felt bad in his heart, and said rudely:
"Oh, I'm here to look for my husband."
Fu Ci Yan had two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, looking lazy and relaxed. When he heard these words, his gaze fell on Wen Nanxi.
Although Wen Nanxi is from Kyoto, she looks like her mother and is a typical Jiangnan beauty with an oval face, willow-shaped eyebrows, and a pair of affectionate eyes.
She was dressed very comfortably today, wearing a V-neck shirt, a pearl necklace on her snow-white neck, jeans that outlined her perfect waist and hip line, and a windbreaker. She looked good no matter how you looked at her.
"Why, did you miss me?"
Xia Tian rolled his eyes:
"I miss your eight generations of ancestors!"
Wen Nanxi pulled Xia Tian, smiled, and glanced at Ji Jiaojiao:
"Yeah, is this a new taste recently? Do you want me to help you get her?"
The originally noisy VIP box was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was watching this war without gunpowder smoke.
The affair between Ji Jiaojiao and Fu Ci Yan caused a sensation in the city, and everyone present knew about it.
This time when Ji Jiaojiao came back and went in and out with Fu Ci Yan, everyone knew that they would definitely be together in the future.
As a result, Wen Nanxi's position became very awkward.
Ji Jiaojiao is the white moonlight that Fu Ci Yan loves but cannot have. He was forced to marry Wen Nanxi due to the situation.
And Fu Ci Yan really dotes on Ji Jiaojiao.
Fu Ciyan's eyes darkened: "Wen Nanxi, speak properly."
Wen Nanxi lowered her eyes, feeling very bored.
Who is not speaking properly?
The atmosphere gradually became strange. Ji Jiaojiao stood up, with two dimples on her lips:
"Sister Nanxi, it's all my fault. I thought you weren't feeling well, so I didn't call you. Don't blame Brother Yan. Now that you're here, let's sit down and play together."
Wen Nanxi had no intention of staying, but after Ji Jiaojiao invited her, it would feel wrong for her to leave.
As if he was scared.
"Okay, husband, I won't disturb you."
There is a sting in these words.
Fu Ciyan was somewhat dissatisfied with Wen Nanxi's way of speaking and loosened his collar:
"What if I disturb you?"
Wen Nanxi's attitude turned cold, and she looked him in the eyes and said:
"Let's talk."
Fu Ciyan said coldly: "I don't want to talk."
Ji Jiaojiao clearly felt that the air pressure around Fu Ciyan had dropped. She hid the smile on her face and said coquettishly:
"Brother Yan, don't be so fierce. Sister Nanxi is a girl, please be gentle."
Jiang Haonan sneered: "Some people just don't have a clear sense of self-positioning, and they deserve to be disliked."
Fu Ci Yan watched the scene indifferently without saying a word. Wen Nanxi's situation became more and more awkward. He even regretted barging in so rashly and becoming a laughing stock.
Ji Jiaojiao watched this scene, holding a glass of wine and walked to Wen Nanxi, her eyebrows curved:
"Sister Nanxi, shall we have a drink?"
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