C3 Who Is That Woman?

Since their marriage, Qin Susu rarely came to the company and many people in the company didn't know her.

When the receptionist heard that she wanted to see CEO Xu, she immediately declined, "I'm sorry, but you can't go without an appointment."

So she couldn't even enter her own company?

In a daze, Qin Susu dialed Hsu Ziming's number. Her voice was like a broken kite's: "Ziming..."

Hsu Ziming's voice was urgent and repressed as he impatiently asked: "What is it?"

The voice on the phone sounded like it had been moved by emotion. It was low, husky, and restrained.

Listen carefully, there seems to be the sound of the woman's long and thin breathing beside him.

"Lighter, I'm in pain …"

Qin Susu shuddered and blurted out, "What are you doing?"

Hsu Ziming's voice became even more impatient: "I'm busy, I'm hanging up."

"Ziming, I …"

Before she could finish, the phone was hung up.

Qin Susu's heart turned cold as she held her phone, at a loss of what to do.

She had been with Hsu Ziming for ten years, so she couldn't be more familiar with him.

The voice from earlier was clearly …

Thinking of this, Qin Susu felt as if her chest was suffocating, as if a high-pressure air current was about to explode at any moment, making her unable to catch her breath.

It was a hundred times worse than her mother-in-law's words.

Had they really come this far?

Qin Susu had no choice but to return home and call him again and again, first on the busy tone, then off the phone.

She sat on the sofa in the living room and waited, but he really didn't come back.

Hsu Ziming didn't come home that night, and Qin Susu didn't sleep that night.

If she closed her eyes, her mind would be filled with the image of his back against other women as he spoke in that low, suppressed, hoarse voice.

The last string of her nerves was taut. Qin Susu was unwilling to believe that a man who had said that he would only love her alone would actually step on the bottom line she had licked her blood on.

Hsu Ziming seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. No matter what, he couldn't get his phone to call him.

The next day at 8 PM, Hsu Ziming finally returned.

The night was cool as water, and the room was dark.

Hsu Ziming was wondering why nobody was around. He turned on the lights and found Qin Susu sitting on the sofa with a pillow in her arms, staring at him.

His vision was too sharp, causing him to feel an inexplicable shock in his heart.

He turned his face away and pulled at his tie guiltily. "Why don't you turn on the lights at this late hour?"

Qin Susu sat on the sofa without moving. With a hoarse voice, she asked, "Where did you go yesterday? What did he do? "Why didn't you come back?"

Hsu Ziming expected her to ask that and sneered: "Is this a family law interrogation?"

Qin Susu didn't say anything. Her gaze fell onto his white collar, and she discovered a slightly curly yellow hair. It wasn't hers.

Hsu Ziming also noticed it. He lowered his head and also saw the hair. He grabbed the hair and threw it into the trash can. He then casually explained, "The customer is a woman."

Even the lies were so self-righteous.

Qin Susu's hands tightened around the pillow, but she still didn't make a sound.

His eyes couldn't help but ache, turn red, and the dense fog suddenly blurred his vision.

The man frowned. "Why are you crying?"

He sat down on the sofa. "Didn't I already tell you before I left yesterday that there was an important client who told you not to wait for me?"

Hsu Ziming raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to fall, but he was stopped.

She said, "Hsu Ziming, we've been together for a whole ten years. I know you better than I know myself. Unless I play dumb, do you think there's anything you can hide from me?"

As he spoke, his tears, which were the size of peas, were unable to bear the heavy burden as they fell down.

Hsu Ziming was stunned. Only then did he realize that she had lost so much weight. Her originally round face was now sunken, and her palm was even bigger than his.

Tears the size of beans dripped down. Hsu Ziming's heart ached, but he couldn't say it out loud. He could only get angry out of embarrassment: "Aren't you too bored at home? What are you thinking about all day long …"

Qin Susu suddenly interrupted him. "Who is that woman?"