Ye Xiaoqiong concealed the smile in her eyes.

This was Zhou Yi’s personality – she couldn’t handle the slightest provocation.

But it worked out well; Ye Xiaoqiong had worried Zhou Yi might choose to keep things quiet.

Zhou Yi wanted to make a big scene fit her character – after all, as the daughter of a high-ranking official’s family, how could she tolerate such treatment?

Ye Xiaoqiong’s eyes darkened. Unlike herself, who could only flee in disgrace when mistreated back then.

What choice did she have but to run?

If she hadn’t cleared out, she might have lost her life, given how much she had trusted Yuan Han and listened to his family!

“To catch a thief, you need evidence. To catch infidelity, you need witnesses. We’re friends – if you’ve made up your mind, I’ll help you.”

Zhou Yi was very grateful, “Joan, why are you so good to me?”

Ye Xiaoqiong smiled, “The connections between people are mysterious. When I first met you on the plane, I felt like we had known each other for a long time.”

They truly had a connection – they had married the same scoundrel.

Ye Xiaoqiong led Zhou Yi away. Not far behind, Zhou Cheng drove with Xia Xiaolan, following at a distance. Xia Xiaolan nudged his arm:

“You’re not happy? This is quite a special kind of date, isn’t it?”

Indeed special – their date consisted of following Zhou Yi and Ye Xiaoqiong.

Xia Xiaolan and Zhou Cheng had agreed beforehand that they would only intervene if Zhou Yi’s life was in danger.

As long as Ye Xiaoqiong wasn’t planning to kill Zhou Yi, Xia Xiaolan thought the fool could be left to Ye Xiaoqiong’s devices.

Could the Zhou family blame Ye Xiaoqiong for tormenting Zhou Yi?

No, according to Xia Xiaolan’s thinking, Zhou Wengang and Jiang Hong should give Ye Xiaoqiong a red envelope in thanks.

If they couldn’t teach their child properly, and someone else helped – even if the methods were harsh – Zhou Yi deserved it!

Zhou Cheng didn’t want to come at all, but Xia Xiaolan was curious. Since they had nothing else to do, why not watch?

Zhou Cheng glanced at her, “You’re worried that Ye Xiaoqiong is too weak now to succeed, aren’t you?”

Xia Xiaolan snorted: “You underestimate women. Of course, having power and influence makes revenge easier – just lifting a finger could crush old enemies. That was Ye Xiaoqiong’s original plan. I understand her perspective – she wasn’t just dealing with Yuan Han, but also challenging the Zhou family. Without Du Zhaoqi’s influence, how long would it take her to get her revenge? Now that she’s fallen out with Du Zhaoqi, she has to rely on methods that don’t require power!”

Without power or influence, one could only rely on wisdom.

The brain was a good thing – some people had one but used it as mere decoration, like Zhou Yi.

Others weren’t stupid but hadn’t known how to use their intelligence before. Once their comfortable environment was disrupted, their minds had to work at full capacity, considering the consequences of every action. How to avoid mistakes? How to make others err? Ye Xiaoqiong fell into this second category.

Yuan Han wasn’t some remarkable figure. Ye Xiaoqiong had been fooled by him before because she loved him and couldn’t see his true nature.

Now love was gone, replaced by hatred. Ye Xiaoqiong worked at a major company in Hong Kong, had been Du Zhaoqi’s special assistant, and frequently flew to America.

How could Yuan Han compare to the experiences and broad perspective this woman had gained?

Ye Xiaoqiong had far surpassed Yuan Han.

Without his status as the Zhou family’s son-in-law, Yuan Han was nothing. This man’s cleverness was entirely focused on deceiving women, living off them and always looking for dishonest ways after getting benefits.

Xia Xiaolan had high hopes for Ye Xiaoqiong.

With his wife wanting to watch the drama unfold, what could Zhou Cheng do but drive steadily along?

Meanwhile, Ye Xiaoqiong was asking Zhou Yi:

“You know where he works, right?”

“Of course, my family arranged his job transfer. I won’t get that wrong!”

Zhou Yi felt furious just thinking about it.

Initially, her parents didn’t accept Yuan Han, but after they had a child, her parents softened their attitude.

They had arranged a job for Yuan Han.

Angry about the hospital incident, they had sent him to a remote location. That was justified – it was because of his poor behavior at the hospital, and Zhou Yi felt it was letting her vent her anger.

Later, hadn’t they transferred him to Pengcheng?

And promoted him from a regular clerk to an official.

Perhaps becoming an official had made Yuan Han arrogant…

Zhou Yi nearly bit through her cheek in anger.

Ye Xiaoqiong tapped the photos, “Did you know this woman before? Think about it – even if your husband was unfaithful, who took these photos, and who sent them to you?”

What was the use of thinking about these things? The fact that Yuan Han was involved with this woman was enough to make her furious.

“Joan, is this important? I now—”

“Zhou Yi, of course, it’s important. If I were you, I would first investigate the identity of the woman in the photos before deciding what to do. I can help you, but are you sure you don’t need your family’s help?”

Family help?

Zhou Yi shuddered. No, no, she had to handle this herself.

“Joan, I’ll listen to you. Please help me!”

Joan worked at a big company and was very capable – she must have ways to help.

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Ye Xiaoqiong played her role thoroughly, spending half a day with Zhou Yi until she “discovered” whom Yuan Han had been meeting.

“The youngest daughter of a wealthy Hong Kong merchant family, He Shiyuan. Do you plan to confront them directly?”

A wealthy merchant’s daughter?

Zhou Yi slammed the photos on the table, “I don’t care who she is!”

She wouldn’t let Yuan Han or this shameless woman off.

Ye Xiaoqiong smiled. Since Zhou Yi wanted to catch them in the act, she would arrange it. How could the performance be complete without this scene?

This time, Ye Xiaoqiong had He Shiyuan arrange to meet Yuan Han at a hotel.

He Shiyuan and Yuan Han had met many times without being discovered, making Yuan Han increasingly bold. Moreover, before Ye Xiaoqiong’s disappearance, she had planned to spring the trap, with He Shiyuan keeping Yuan Han interested but unsatisfied… Men thinking with their lower bodies truly had diminished intelligence.

Yuan Han dared to meet at the hotel.

When they were in the room together, Ye Xiaoqiong brought Zhou Yi.

“Zhou Yi, do you want me to go in with you?”

Zhou Yi almost nodded.

But then she thought – one of those people inside was her husband. Letting Joan see the photos was already humiliating enough; should she let Joan witness this scene too?

Zhou Yi shook her head vigorously, “No need, Joan. I can handle this myself. I’m going to teach them both a lesson today and vent my anger properly!”

Ye Xiaoqiong called the hotel staff, who were afraid to enter but handed over the key under her pressure. Zhou Yi found it incredible how smoothly everything went, given Joan’s capabilities.

She opened the door with the key. Upon seeing the scene inside, blood rushed from Zhou Yi’s feet straight to her head.

It was true!

It was Yuan Han!

Zhou Yi, holding a broom, started striking wildly. Yuan Han was stunned from the moment she entered, too shocked to resist.

He Shiyuan wrapped herself in bedsheets and screamed:

“Who are you? Get out!”