Chapter 77: Congratulations, Amen Extra chapter for those who sent tourmaline diamonds

I was absolutely furious. Jiang Chenghuan and Xia Qi had been together for years, never shy about flaunting their affection in public. I simply couldn’t imagine that the mouth which had kissed Xia Qi would someday kiss another woman. Just as I couldn’t imagine one day sleeping with a man I didn’t love, someone who wasn’t Du Fanchuan.

Li Wanqiu looked like she’d come fully prepared: sunglasses, straw hat, wig, camera, even a bug—everything was ready. After we suited up, we stealthily approached our target.

In my heart, I prayed Jiang Chenghuan wasn’t a scoundrel. If he were, Xia Qi would cry herself blind, and Li Wanqiu and I, who’d witnessed their love story, would die of shame.

Li Wanqiu had real potential as a private detective. The moment Jiang Chenghuan emerged with that beautiful woman, the well-armed Miss Li “accidentally” bumped into her, slipping the bug into the woman’s pocket without anyone noticing.

After that, all we had to do was follow them.

We followed and followed, all the way to the entrance of Kangcheng’s famous lovers’ hotel. I couldn’t keep calm any longer; I tossed my hat aside and was about to charge in.

Xia Qi was my best friend. For her, I wanted to punch Jiang Chenghuan.

Li Wanqiu grabbed me, shook her head, signaling me not to act rashly.

Jiang Chenghuan, arm around the beauty, went to the front desk for a room card and took the elevator up. Li Wanqiu flashed the police badge she’d bought off Taobao at the attendant, exuding the air of a female officer: “Police business. Please cooperate.”

Easily, we got Jiang Chenghuan’s room number and hurried to the elevator. It was just a few seconds, but it felt endless. I clung to Li Wanqiu, asking what to do, whether we should tell Xia Qi.

She fiddled with something resembling a radio, not even looking at me as she replied, “Let’s follow our esteemed Yilan Shan’s example: cut off the scoundrel’s root and scratch the other woman’s pale chest.”

I took her seriously. “Did you bring scissors? Should you do it, or should I?”

She smacked my forehead. “Are you out of your mind? That’s a fool’s trick. I play in a whole different league.”

I nodded, waiting for her high-level plan. Suddenly, it struck me—wasn’t she calling me an idiot, just not directly?

The moment the elevator doors opened, my anger flared again. Jiang Chenghuan, that bastard, couldn’t even wait to get into the room. Some indecent scenes unfolded right there in the hallway.

The woman’s moans were coy, reminiscent of Yi Huayang. And Jiang Chenghuan—he revealed a beastly side I’d never seen in all these years.

He lifted one of the beauty’s legs onto his arm, raised her skirt, and slid his hand inside.

Feigning shyness, the woman pressed against him: “Darling, can we go inside? I’m so embarrassed.”

They went in. As the door was about to close, I quickly grabbed a small pack of tissues from my pocket and tossed it over.

Luckily, my aim was good. At the last second, the tissues blocked the door from closing completely.

Li Wanqiu gave me a thumbs-up. I was pleased, until she turned her thumb the other way.

The two of us crouched like thieves by the door, each wearing an earbud and listening to the sounds inside.

Amid the splashing of water, the beauty’s voice was coy: “Darling, I want to take a shower.”

Jiang Chenghuan chuckled wickedly: “Eat first, shower later. I can’t wait anymore.”

Then came all sorts of gasps and moans, along with obscene words.

I couldn’t take it. I ripped off my earbud and threw it aside, asking Li Wanqiu, who listened with relish, “Please tell me the man inside isn’t Jiang Chenghuan. Just tell me it’s some scoundrel who happens to look like him. If you do, dinner’s on me.”

Li Wanqiu calmly traced a cross over my chest. “Congratulations, that’s Jiang Chenghuan. Amen.”