Please, mature women, have some self-respect. I just want a raise and a promotion.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and the corridor was quiet the moment the doors opened.

Lin Zheng pulled Lin Xiaoyu's hand and walked out quickly, his eyes sweeping across both sides of the corridor.

At the far left, two figures quickly entered the private room. The door closed very quietly, but Lin Zheng still heard it.

508.

"Your husband got into room 508."

"Then let's change it to room 509."

Lin Zheng nodded, took out his phone, and sent a message to the hotel manager, giving him the room number and saying that he needed to book room 509 at the last minute, asking him to find someone to arrange it.

They replied quickly, saying they would send someone to open the door immediately.

Less than two minutes later, a uniformed waiter quickly walked over and opened the door to room 509 with a spare room key.

Lin Zheng pulled Lin Xiaoyu into the private room.

The moment the door closed, Lin Xiaoyu let out a long breath, leaning against the door panel, her chest heaving violently.

She looked up at Lin Zheng, her eyes still holding a trace of lingering tension, but it was quickly replaced by another emotion.

Lin Zheng walked to the wall and listened intently.

The hotel walls aren't very thick, so if the noise from next door is loud enough, you should be able to hear some of it.

As he was thinking, a low laugh came from the other side of the wall.

It was a woman's voice, languid and seductive with the effects of alcohol, followed by Zhang Wanquan's indistinct response, interspersed with intimate smacking sounds.

Lin Xiaoyu's body stiffened visibly. She walked to Lin Zheng's side and pressed her ear against the wall as well.

The laughter came in fits and starts. A moment later, the woman's voice turned into soft, labored breathing, as if she was trying to suppress it, or as if it was just overflowing from her throat.

Lin Xiaoyu listened for more than ten seconds without any change in her expression.

"They started moving."

Lin Xiaoyu's voice was flat, so flat that it didn't sound like she was talking about her own husband.

Lin Zheng didn't say anything, but reached out and put his arm around her waist.

Lin Xiaoyu leaned into Lin Zheng's arms, closed her eyes and listened for a moment, then opened her eyes, took a half step back, raised her hand and unbuttoned the second button of her shirt. Her movements were slow and even carried a hint of deliberate composure.

"Lin Zheng, you need to be more aggressive, I want him to hear it, you understand?"

"Um."

"Then now."

After Lin Xiaoyu finished speaking, she reached out and pulled Lin Zheng over, then stood on tiptoe and kissed Lin Zheng's lips.

The moment their lips touched, her body temperature rose instantly, like a string that had been stretched for too long finally snapping.

Her hand slid down Lin Zheng's chest, and she unbuckled his belt without the slightest hesitation.

"Listen to the sounds from next door, and push harder."

Lin Xiaoyu's voice rang in his ears, carrying a ruthless edge that seemed almost vengeful.

"I want him to hear what it sounds like when his wife is under another man."

Lin Zheng picked up Lin Xiaoyu and slammed her against the wall.

The panting from next door grew clearer, and the woman's voice, which had been restrained at first, became more open, mixed with Zhang Wanquan's heavy breathing and a few indistinct lewd remarks.

Lin Xiaoyu bit her lip and listened for a few seconds, then turned her head and let out a low, drawn-out hum towards the wall.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was clear enough.

The noise from next door paused for a moment.

Lin Xiaoyu felt the momentary pause, and the corners of her mouth curved up like a triumphant cat.

She turned her head and met Lin Zheng's gaze again.

"Push harder...push harder."

She leaned close to Lin Zheng's ear, her lips almost touching his earlobe, her breath hot and rapid.

"Make sure Zhang Wanquan hears clearly who exactly allowed his woman to scream like that."

Lin Zheng did not hesitate.

The sound of the impact grew clearer and clearer in the quiet room, fast and forceful.

Like raindrops hitting a drumhead, it carries a brute force that leaves no room for breathing.

Lin Xiaoyu gripped Lin Zheng's back tightly, her nails digging into his shoulder blades through his shirt, her breathing completely out of rhythm.

She turned her head toward the wall and shouted clearly from her throat.

"Ah...honey...you're so amazing..."

The noise from next door completely stopped; even the woman's panting ceased.

The entire corridor seemed to have been suddenly muted, with only Lin Xiaoyu's voice echoing through the air.

Lin Xiaoyu laughed, a laugh filled with an almost manic joy.

"He stopped."

Her voice trembled.

I don't know if it's because of excitement.

It's still because of the impact it's currently experiencing.

"He heard it."

"Then speak louder."

Lin Xiaoyu was like a soldier who had received orders, and she completely let go.

She no longer deliberately lowered her voice.

Each impact.

Each of these was accompanied by a short, clear groan.

It was like precisely hammering nails into that wall.

"Ah...right there...honey...it feels so good..."

Do you think he'll be shaking with anger?

"Would he... ah... imagine what I look like right now?"

"What kind of expression does that woman over there have right now?"

"Don't you...don't you feel like you married a good-for-nothing?"

Lin Zheng did not answer.

The force was increased.

Lin Xiaoyu's voice was shattered by the impact.

But it never stopped.

It was as if she was using this method to send all the grievances she had accumulated over the years through that thin wall and into another man's ear.

I heard the sound of a chair being knocked over next door, followed by hurried footsteps, as if someone had jumped off the bed.

Lin Xiaoyu heard this, turned her head, and her smile deepened.

She knew that Zhang Wanquan was definitely standing next to that wall, his ear pressed against it, listening intently to the sounds coming from that side with a livid expression.

He could recognize her voice, he could hear her call him "husband," and he could hear her sobs of extreme pleasure.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoyu raised her head and looked towards the wall, raising her voice by half an octave.

"Honey... why are you so amazing today... you're killing me..."

A heavy thud came from next door as a punch slammed into the wall.

Then a man's voice came from behind the wall: "Who's over there?"

Lin Xiaoyu's body stiffened for a moment, then went completely limp.

She buried her head in Lin Zheng's shoulder, her shoulder trembling slightly, whether from laughing or something else, it was hard to tell.

She spoke in a very low voice to Lin Zheng, with a wicked sense of satisfaction.

He was so angry he punched the wall.

"Did you hear that? He's punching the wall."

Lin Zheng didn't say anything, but simply turned her over so that she was facing the wall.

Lin Xiaoyu braced her hands against the wall, her forehead resting on the back of her hands, her whole body arched into a beautiful arc.

Her face was directly facing the wall, less than half a meter away from it.

She could clearly hear the sounds from next door; Zhang Wanquan's footsteps paced back and forth in the room, fast and urgent, like a wild beast trapped in a cage.

"continue."

When Lin Xiaoyu gritted her teeth and uttered those two words, her voice trembled again.

Lin Zheng covered it up again.

This time, her voice was even more unrestrained than before.

She shouted towards the wall, towards Zhang Wanquan's direction, as if asserting her dominance from afar.

"Honey...you're amazing...I love you so much..."

The footsteps next door suddenly stopped.

Then came Zhang Wanquan's voice, coming from behind the wall, carrying an extremely suppressed anger.

Who's next door?

The shouts he heard sounded like they came from his wife, Lin Xiaoyu.