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Chapter 509 - 335: The Answer Lies in the Details

Chapter 509: Chapter 335: The Answer Lies in the Details

A high-end club.

"Sis, you haven’t been here recently, and your skin seems a bit dull."

A young female technician was giving a spa treatment to a lady lying on the bed.

The woman was in her forties, slightly overweight, but it was evident that she took good care of herself; she only had a few crow’s feet on her face.

"I had another argument with my spouse yesterday, got so angry that I didn’t sleep well all night. But my skin looking dull... Is it that noticeable?"

The lady, who was scrolling through her phone, slightly frowned and touched her face.

"Absolutely, you should pay more attention. Poor sleep for us women is hard to recover from in terms of skin care."

"Ah, I can’t compare to you young girls."

"Sis, that’s not how you should see it. As the saying goes, a woman’s skin is three parts nature, seven parts care.

With your status, if you’re going to stay up for the priciest nights, you need to use the best skincare products.

We’ve got a new imported skincare product in our store; I personally use it, and it works wonders. Just look at my skin recently, hasn’t it gotten much lighter? Why don’t you give it a try?"

"Really? Then let me have a try."

Seeing her commission in grasp, the technician smiled brightly as she opened a bottle and applied it, making conversation as she went along.

"Sis, why did you and your husband fight? Surely whatever it was could have been discussed calmly."

"What else could it be about, business matters of course. Suddenly, he says that he needs to raise a large sum of money to buy back the shares we sold a while ago.

Turns out we sold them for 5 million, and now it would cost 10 million to buy them back. Isn’t this just absurdly troublesome?!

When I asked him for a reason, he was all evasive and vague. After I questioned him a bit, he got annoyed and started arguing with me. He didn’t even come home today!" the lady exclaimed angrily.

"Earning money is a man’s worry; shouldn’t that concern be his?" the technician said with a laugh.

"You don’t understand. A woman’s position in the family is linked to her economic strength. If you want to keep your man in check, you can’t just be a decorative vase!"

A vase? Do you have some misconception about vases?

The technician mentally scoffed but kept a smile of agreement on her face.

"You’re making a strong point!" she said.

The lady continued to enjoy the massage while nonchalantly browsing Douyin on her phone.

The short video showed a voluptuous beauty blogger.

The video’s background appeared to be a high-end teahouse, with the female blogger pouting at a 45° angle, her heavily made-up face and deep cleavage on full display.

The caption underneath read, "20 pounds of Zhengshan Xiaozhong tea, thanks for the generous support from Mr. Bai ❥(^_-)~".

A man at the opposite side of the tea table could be seen behind the female blogger. He was only partially in frame, showing a hand holding a teacup—on the wrist was a Vacheron Constantin watch that looked quite familiar.

But she didn’t think much of it; there are so many watches of the same model, after all. Her finger moved down the screen out of habit, yet, coincidentally, she came across another video of the same female blogger after a while.

This time, the video was of the blogger taking a selfie in a luxurious car, casually flaunting the Chanel bag in her hand, exuding an air of opulent elegance...

But that was not the point. The point was the make of the car, the color of the seats, and even the interior decorations...all emanated a strangely familiar vibe...

The lady’s brows twitched.

She couldn’t help but click on the blogger’s profile.

"I’m Not Green Tea."...

Judging by this blogger’s nickname and historical videos, she appeared to be a tea seller on Douyin, featuring many videos on tasting tea and selfies, often mentioning Mr. Bai as a regular customer...

As she continued to browse, her frown deepened.

Though Mr. Bai never showed his face, he evoked an eerily familiar sensation in her.

Comparing parts of the blogger’s itinerary in the videos to her husband’s recent business trips, they matched up unexpectedly well...

She knew her husband also used Douyin and had heard that frequent interactions between two people could lead to recommendations to their friends...

Her woman’s intuition made her grow increasingly suspicious.

She looked at the blogger’s most recent video. It seemed to show a hotel room and the night view from its window, filmed just two hours ago—naturally, with the blogger striking various poses...

The caption read, "Top-floor Presidential Suite, the view is gorgeous~".

In certain matters, every woman could be a hidden Sherlock Holmes!

She didn’t overlook a single detail and soon noticed a coffee-colored coat hanging on the chair in the room, identical to the color her husband wore when he left the house that day.

There was also a briefcase on the table, a limited edition she had bought herself...

She checked the video’s filming location. It was the Sheraton Hotel in the neighboring Xingjia City...

The lady’s expression slowly turned grim, and even the masseuse, still massaging the lady, noticed her client’s stiffness and looked on, puzzled.

Everything was fine, so how could browsing Douyin make someone’s face turn so sour?

She glanced over and saw it was just a pretty blogger.

Then she watched as the lady, with a dark expression, picked up her phone and made a call.

After about a full minute...

[Hello! What’s up?]

"Where are you right now?"

[I already told you, I came to Xingjia on business with Xiao Sun today. Just now, after having drinks with a client, I returned to the hotel to rest. Got a little drunk.]

The lady: "..."

[What’s the matter? It’s so late.] The voice on the other end sounded a bit impatient at the lack of response.

"Nothing. Just that the water pipe at home is leaking..." The lady’s tone was somewhat gritted.

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