Espionage codename: Shen Gongbao

Li Lu returned to her small house in the alley.

The young couple used to own a Western-style house, but Mao Ziming pawned it to smoke opium, so they had to move back to this dilapidated and cramped old house.

Before entering the house.

She glanced around furtively to make sure no one was watching, then quietly buried the money in a nearby flowerpot.

This was taught by Wang Xuesen.

One shouldn't be too honest, otherwise Mao Ziming would surely steal all this money.

Li Lu is not complicated.

She only knew that sincerity begets sincerity, but Mao Ziming didn't treat her like a human being, while Xue Sen treated her like his first love.

Now that she had given her body and soul to Xuesen, she had completely given up hope and despair of the good-for-nothing bastard at home.

This is also where women differ from men.

When a man gets ruthless, it's nothing more than giving someone a beating or physically eliminating them. But if those thoughts come up occasionally, he might reminisce, seek them out, and say some sweet words, shedding a few crocodile tears.

Once a woman gives up hope...

Everything this man does is wrong and disgusting. Even if she flatters him physically, she has completely purified him into nothingness on a spiritual level.

In Li Lu's eyes, Mao Ziming is now just a "deceased husband," air, and a dead man.

creak.

She opened the door.

Mao Ziming was drinking with pig's head meat, his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment, like a vengeful ghost emerging from a battlefield.

He had a bad day; he lost all his salary he just received.

Sure enough, she even made an excuse to refuse Ding Zijun's invitation that evening.

There was no way around it; going out with the Ding brothers meant emptying my pockets.

He really has run out of rice.

"Xiao Lu, where did you go?" Mao Ziming hiccuped and asked coldly.

"Where else can I go? To get my hair done." Li Lu walked to the small dressing table and took off her earrings in front of the mirror.

Seeing that she looked incredibly flirtatious and a bit off, Mao Ziming put down his chopsticks, leaned over, and frowned, asking, "Where did you get your hair done?"

"Mrs. Okamura's family hired a stylist specifically for them," Li Lu replied dismissively, her gaze fixed only on her beautiful reflection in the mirror.

I increasingly feel that I was blind to have followed such a beast who indulges in drinking, gambling, and whoring.

"Besides you, who else could it be?" Mao Ziming asked suspiciously.

"Su Wanjia".

"Wang Xuesen's wife."

Li Ludao.

Wang Xuesen?

Mao Ziming's heart skipped a beat; that guy was a notorious playboy.

"There's something off about you today."

"This is the latest style of cheongsam."

"I've switched to American-made bags and high heels too."

"All designer brands."

"That must have cost a lot of money."

He circled around Li Lu, and the more he looked at her, the more something seemed off.

As he spoke, he snatched Li Lu's bag and quickly checked it. Inside were several dozen US dollars and a small yellow croaker.

"US dollars!"

"Where did the US dollars come from? Where did you get the money? Tell me!"

Mao Ziming gave a cruel smile like a jackal and quickly stuffed it into his pocket.

"Mind your own business, give me back my bag." Li Lu reached out to grab it.

This was the first gift Xuesen gave her upon their meeting.

"So eager? I've never seen anything this precious when I gave you gifts before," Mao Ziming said with a sneer, tossing the bag behind him.

"Whoosh!"

"What's that taste in your mouth?" He sniffed and smelled an odor that shouldn't be there.

"Durian."

"I ate durian!" Li Lu argued.

Mao Ziming's pupils widened little by little, his face contorted with a ferocious rage like a demon's. He suddenly grabbed Li Lu's hand, his gaze fixed on the white jade bracelet.

There was clearly a black curly hair on the bracelet.

Mao Ziming is well-versed in.

But it was definitely not his own, because he had contracted syphilis some time ago and had cut it open to facilitate treatment.

A surge of intense anger welled up inside him, and his expression became increasingly distorted.

Then, he leaned close to Li Lu's hair and smelled it.

Yes, it's that damn smell of men.

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