Zheng Wu pushed the door open and staggered in. He was like a spoiled jar of wine, reeking of a second fermentation. He was clutching a bottle in his hand. He poured some into it, then smashed it on the ground. Han Shuang ignored Zheng Wu, continuing with her own business.
"You bitch!" Zheng Wu cursed under his breath, then took a step and staggered toward the room.
Han Shuang was fixing her hair in front of the mirror. Suddenly, she stopped, and Zheng Wu's reflection appeared in the mirror. "Ah!" Han Shuang screamed. Her neatly styled hair was violently pulled by Zheng Wu, becoming messy again. Zheng Wu held Han Shuang's hair tightly. Han Shuang leaned to the side, her head pulled away from the bathroom by Zheng Wu's force. Zheng Wu increased his strength, twisted Han Shuang's hair, and then released it heavily. Han Shuang's body twisted, and she was thrown onto a chair in the living room by Zheng Wu's enormous force. Zheng Wu blew on his palm, and a few strands of hair remaining in his palm drifted to the floor amidst the lingering smell of alcohol.
"You filthy bitch! How dare you cheat on me!" Zheng Wu said as he rushed towards Han Shuang and slapped her across the face.
Han Shuang cried loudly, making incoherent screams. "What's wrong with you now that you're drunk?!" Han Shuang shouted hoarsely.
"I'm drunk and acting crazy? Huh? Fine! I'm drunk and acting crazy! Then explain to me what this is!" Han Shuang's phone somehow appeared in Zheng Wu's hand. Zheng Wu turned on the phone screen and then pressed several buttons. Suddenly, Zheng Wu's fingers stopped moving, and he gripped the phone tightly and smashed it towards Han Shuang.
"Ouch!" Han Shuang cried out in pain as the phone hit her. She wiped away the tears from her eyes, the foundation she had just applied smudged with the tears. Han Shuang picked up the phone that had hit her and fell silent, staring at the text on the screen.
A text message appeared on my phone screen: "See you at 7 PM tonight."
"What else do you have to say! How dare you cheat on me with another man!" Zheng Wu snatched the phone from Han Shuang's hand and smashed it hard against the concrete floor. A crisp sound rang out, whether from the phone case or the screen shattering was unclear. Even so, it didn't appease Zheng Wu. He stomped on the phone several more times until it was reduced to rubble. Zheng Wu's eyes were red as he shifted his gaze from the phone to Han Shuang. He took two steps in one, leaping up to Han Shuang and slapping her tear-streaked face again. Han Shuang's face was a sight to behold, tear tracks mixed with foundation, and the bright red five-finger marks from Zheng Wu's slap crisscrossing her features.
"You dared to cheat on me! You dared to cheat on me!" Zheng Wu muttered, and with each sentence, a slap landed on Han Shuang's face. Occasionally, if the beatings weren't enough, Zheng Wu would also grab a handful of Han Shuang's hair.
"Go ahead and hit me! Kill me!" Just as Zheng Wu's hand was about to strike, Han Shuang, with strength from who-knows-where, grabbed Zheng Wu's wrist and flung his hand aside. Han Shuang tilted her head, patted her swollen cheek, and gestured for Zheng Wu to continue.
Zheng Wu was stunned by Han Shuang's action, his hand hovering in mid-air for a long time. "Tell me, have you been cheating on me with another man?" Zheng Wu gasped for breath, swallowed hard, and pointed at Han Shuang with his index finger, demanding an answer.
"Everything you eat, everything you use, including this house, isn't it all paid for with my money?" After saying this, Han Shuang let out a few soft laughs through her nose. "So, you're someone I support!" Han Shuang stood up from her chair, her messy, frizzy hair and striking face making her look exactly like a mentally challenged woman from a mental hospital.
*Slap!* Another loud slap. Han Shuang swayed and slumped back into her chair.
Han Shuang laughed loudly a few times. "Zheng Wu, let me tell you. I've cheated on you. I've already given myself to someone else. Where do you think your drinking money came from? It's all from selling my body. Hahaha!" Han Shuang's laughter became increasingly unrestrained, her eyes filled with contempt as she looked at Zheng Wu. Right now, the smell of alcohol filling the room constantly reminded Zheng Wu of Han Shuang's erotic encounter with another man.
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