The man in the photo is Sun Jiming. The faster you flip through the photos, the more it looks like a stop-motion animation. From the time he went in to the time he came out, several hours have passed, and the angles from which the photos were taken are clearly visible.
The last photo shows Sun Jiming stroking Song Qiao's hair in an intimate pose.
She gave a light, mocking laugh. If Sun Jiming hadn't been somewhat concerned about his image, it would have seemed like solid evidence of an improper relationship between an older man and a younger woman.
The date and time of the photo are also thoughtfully printed in the lower right corner.
She guessed who sent the photos and didn't care, but when she saw them, her heart skipped a beat. It turned out that the business dinners and repetitive birthday meals she arranged for her daughter were actually to accompany another woman.
It's like yesterday again. The paternity test report that Sun Hui received on her birthday years ago. So many years have passed, and seeing it now, besides feeling numb, also brings heartache.
Staring blankly at what she was holding, Sun Hui noticed Li Xinyi's expression and movements and gently reached out to tug at her sleeve.
"Mother……"
Sensitive children seem to empathize with their mothers, and the joy they had shown upon returning home is gone from their little faces.
She casually flipped the photo over and placed it on her lap.
The sound of a lock being opened came from the door. Perhaps out of guilt, Sun Jiming felt a sense of surprise and relief when he saw the mother and daughter sitting on the sofa.
As she prepared to walk towards Sun Hui, Li Xinyi stood up on her own, coaxed the child back to the room, and then closed the door.
A hint of anger, usually unseen, flickered in his icy gaze.
Sun Jiming seemed a little confused, which made Li Xinyi think he was a master actor; otherwise, how could he appear so composed in front of different women?
She ignored Sun Jiming, who was still standing, and sat down on the sofa she had been sitting on.
Seeing the white envelope on the coffee table, he suddenly felt a little panicked.
The next second, Li Xinyi spoke up, "Sun Jiming, let's get a divorce."
His tone was completely flat, and his face showed no extra expression.
"Li Xinyi, are you crazy? What nonsense are you spouting? You want a divorce?"
His three consecutive questions revealed his panic and confusion.
She looked up at the man in front of her, threw the photos in her hand at him. The photos fluttered in her vision like snowflakes falling from the sky, but the sharp pieces of paper hurt more than the cold temperature.
The sharp edge scratched the back of Sun Jiming's hand. He bent down to pick it up, just as his hand stopped on Song Qiao's head as he was stroking it.
"Where did you get the photos? Did you have someone take pictures of me without my consent?" he immediately concluded.
"Heh," Li Xinyi just sneered, "You overestimate me. I have no interest in any of your affairs. Hiring someone to secretly film you is a pipe dream. You might as well ask your little lover."
Sun Jiming still had a look of doubt on his face.
"I'll handle things like this, but don't even think about divorce."
Suppressing his inner turmoil, his face remained icy cold as he rejected the woman's request for a divorce.
Knowing this would be the outcome, Li Xinyi stood up, the distance between them allowing them to look each other in the eye. "Sun Jiming, you're no man at all. You're a terrible husband, and an even worse father. Did you think that suggesting we celebrate Xiaohui's birthday would save our father-daughter relationship? You didn't even know her allergies, and the meal you prepared almost killed her. I was blind to have insisted on coming with you."
After saying that, she didn't intend to argue with the man in front of her anymore. She turned around and prepared to walk into the house, but Sun Jiming grabbed the back of her neck and a sharp pain came.
The man a few steps away was jumping up and down in anger, like a monkey whose soles had been burned.
A man's cold voice came from beside her ear, "Li Xinyi, let me tell you, don't even think about it. Even if we want a divorce, only I can bring it up. If you want to leave me with Sun Hui, you'll have to see if you have the ability."
"Let me go!!!" Li Xinyi struggled violently, her elbow hitting his ribs, and the two were slightly separated.
"Are you crazy?!" came a cry of pain.
"You can try, Sun Jiming. The election is just around the corner. You're reluctant to let me go, but isn't it only because of my father? Let me tell you, even if you try to keep me from divorcing you, I won't let you succeed!"
Her words thoroughly enraged Sun Jiming, but reason prevented him from doing anything further. The ringing of his phone interrupted their argument.
It was the secretary on the phone. "Hello?"
"Something terrible has happened! Quick, check the news!" The usually composed secretary's voice was filled with anxiety.
Before I even hung up, I saw several headlines pop up in my browser.
#Minister Sun Jiming had a late-night rendezvous with his lover? Their behavior was intimate and extremely ambiguous.
#Election imminent, Minister Sun Jiming's marriage falls apart
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Amidst all sorts of creative interpretations and reposts, he yelled in that direction, "Find a way to take the message down, quick!"
After hanging up the phone, the woman in front of him had already disappeared and ran back to her room.
Seeing the closed door, he instructed the bodyguards at the door to keep an eye on the mother and daughter inside, and then left the hotel.
Reporters had already caught a whiff of the smell and tracked it to the villa in the western suburbs, but fortunately, Sun Jiming's secretary had already moved the person to another location beforehand.
Song Qiao feigned innocence and looked at her secretary with some panic, "Secretary Xia, how could someone be taking pictures secretly? Isn't security very strict here?"
Secretary Xia glanced at the person beside her and calmly said, "It's best not to go out these days. There will be people protecting Miss Song and her child in the new place. If anything happens, just contact me."
Nodding in agreement, she leaned back in her chair, still shaken, with Song Xin, who was not yet fully recovered from her illness, in her arms.
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