Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing looked at Zhao Shuzhen's face, which was filled with terror, and his lips twitched slightly.

"Sister-in-law, don't worry, Brother Jinshan is alright." His voice was calm, but his gaze was already fixed on Zhao Shuzhen's eyes.

"Look at him, look at me."

Zhao Shuzhen looked at him subconsciously, her eyes filled with panic and confusion.

Zhou Haibing activated his mental wave again, this time even faster than the previous two. Almost as soon as he made the thought, Zhao Shuzhen's eyes changed from panic to confusion, and from confusion to emptiness.

Her body swayed, her hands fell to her sides, and she seemed to have all her strength drained away. She leaned limply against the sofa armrest, her eyes vacant and her mouth slightly open.

The living room fell silent.

Wang Jinshan slumped on the single sofa, while Zhao Shuzhen reclined on the long sofa. The two seemed to have been put on pause, remaining motionless, with only the rise and fall of their chests proving that they were still alive.

Zhou Haibing stood up, looked down at the two men, then took Wang Jinshan's phone out of his pocket and threw it onto Wang Jinshan's lap.

"Wang Jinshan, unlock your phone."

Wang Jinshan's finger twitched, as if guided by an invisible thread. Slowly and mechanically, he picked up his phone, pressed his thumb on the home button, and successfully unlocked it with his fingerprint. The screen lit up.

"What's the password?" Zhou Haibing asked.

"274831." Wang Jinshan's voice was devoid of emotion, like a voice broadcaster.

Zhou Haibing picked up his phone, entered 274831, and the screen unlocked.

He first glanced at the apps on the home screen, then opened WeChat directly.

The first chat message pinned to the top has the nickname "Guiying".

Zhou Haibing clicked in, scrolled up, his fingers moving slower and slower across the screen, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.

The chat logs between Sun Guiying and Wang Jinshan were even more appalling than he had imagined.

"Brother Jinshan, the old man went to the hospital again today. He probably won't live much longer." This was a message Sun Guiying sent earlier.

"Baby, just bear with it a little longer. Once he's dead, we'll be officially together. I think about you and Dongsheng every day now; this is my home." Wang Jinshan's reply was so cheesy it gave me goosebumps.

"Brother Jinshan, I tried on a new nightgown today, do you think it looks good?" The caption read a photo of Sun Guiying posing seductively in a black lace nightgown.

"It's beautiful, so beautiful I want to go there right now. Is the old man home?"

"I'm here, watching TV downstairs. You old geezer, you're in the way."

Zhou Haibing's jaw clenched so tightly it was grinding, but he didn't stop and continued to flip upwards.

Further up are chat logs from several months ago, with even more explicit content.

Wang Jinshan and Sun Guiying practically treated this place as their private space, and the things they talked about were so explicit that they were nauseating.

They not only discussed how to scheme to seize Zhou Haibing's assets, but also detailed their every affair, including the time, place, and what they did, writing down every single detail as if they were writing an erotic novel.

Zhou Haibing was flipping through the pages when his fingers suddenly stopped.

He saw a name he didn't want to see—Zhou Dongsheng.

"Brother Jinshan, Dongsheng said he wants to buy a sports car, could you transfer some money to him?" Sun Guiying said.

"How many?"

"Two million, I guess."

"Okay, I'll transfer it tomorrow. By the way, does Dongsheng know I'm his biological father?"

"I know, I told him. He said he didn't want to be surnamed Zhou anymore, and he'll change his surname to Wang after the old man dies."

"Good son!"

Zhou Haibing closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He felt as if a lump of burning coal had been stuffed into his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

The son he raised for over twenty years, the son to whom he poured all his heart and soul, the son he thought would inherit his career and continue his bloodline...

She had known all along that Wang Jinshan was her biological father, and he even said he wanted to change his surname to Wang so that Zhou Haibing would have no descendants.

He suddenly opened his eyes and continued flipping through the pages.

He wanted to see just how many good deeds this adulterous couple had done behind his back. He wanted to see every detail clearly and carve this hatred into his very bones, so that he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

As Zhou Haibing flipped through the pages, his fingers stopped again.

This time, he saw not Sun Guiying, but another woman.

The nickname is "Little Baby Linlin".

He clicked on it and saw a young woman who looked to be under thirty. Her profile picture was a heavily edited selfie with big eyes, a pointed chin, and heavy makeup—a typical internet celebrity face.

Wang Jinshan's chat history with this woman was equally explicit, even more so than his chat history with Sun Guiying.

"Brother Jinshan, what about the bag you promised to buy for her last time?"

"Buy, buy, buy! I'll go buy it tomorrow, how about LV?"

"I want two!"

"Okay, two it is. Will you come keep me company tonight?"

"Of course! Brother Jinshan is so good to me, I'll definitely take good care of you."

Zhou Haibing coldly pulled out several other chat records.

One contact, nicknamed "Sweetie," is a young woman; the other, nicknamed "Little Rain," looks like a college student.

There was another person whose nickname was "Sister Lili," who was older, but whose chat content was equally appalling.

That old bastard Wang Jinshan not only slept with his wife, but also kept a bunch of mistresses.

Over the years, Wang Jinshan served as the company's vice president, earning a high salary, eating and drinking company food and drinks, and even embezzling company funds to support women.

Zhou Haibing, however, was kept in the dark and still considered Wang Jinshan his most trusted brother.

Zhou Haibing put his phone on the coffee table, stood up, and paced back and forth in the living room.

His chest heaved violently, his hands clenched into fists, his nails digging deep into his palms.

He told himself to calm down; these people weren't worth getting angry at, and he had more important things to do.

But he couldn't calm down.

He picked up his phone again and opened Wang Jinshan's Alipay.

The balance displayed on the page is over 600,000.

He then opened WeChat Pay, where he still had over 400,000 yuan in his wallet.

Including other miscellaneous payment accounts, the total is over two million.

"Wang Jinshan," Zhou Haibing's voice was as cold as ice, "what are your Alipay and WeChat payment passwords?"

"The Alipay password is 879324, and the WeChat Pay password is 615437."

Zhou Haibing used Wang Jinshan's finger to unlock the phone, opened Alipay, clicked on transfer, and entered Sun Guiying's bank card number.

He had already memorized Sun Guiying's card number, so entering it was effortless for him.

Sixty-two hundred thousand, transferred.

He then opened WeChat Pay, transferred 430,000 yuan.

The money in the other small accounts, which amounted to over ten thousand yuan in total, was all transferred out.

After transferring all these documents, Zhou Haibing opened Wang Jinshan's mobile banking app.