Chapter 92: Chapter 92: The Truth About the Affair
His pupils were pitch-black, and his gaze grew increasingly heavy.
In the year they were married, Ji Muye dodged Xining’s advances, yet he was still attracted to her.
But that unwitting concern crumbled the mont he saw those videos.
Before Xining pushed him away, Ji Muye revealed the reason behind his subsequent cold behavior.
“We had been married for a year when I received videos of you and… Song Henian going in and out of the hotel multiple tis.”
Xining froze in place upon hearing this.
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She detected the insinuation in his tone, her eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Ji Muye.
“You, suspected of cheating?”
At the ti, Ji Muye had believed in Xining and thought those videos were retribution from a competitor who couldn’t beat him.
Those who couldn’t fight him thought of striking through his wife.
Xining was the Young Madam of the Ji Family, the president’s wife of Shi’an Group; her every action represented not just the Ji Family and Shi’an Group, but his pride as her husband.
Regardless of the videos’ authenticity, verification was needed to avoid being put into a passive position.
He handed the videos over to professional technicians to explore the possibility of tampering.
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However, the final conclusion was unanimous: there were no traces of editing.
Those videos… were real!
Ji Muye glanced down at her and said, “Xining, I didn’t believe it at first, but those videos are real.”
“You and Song Henian entered and left the City New Building’s hotel one after the other, and you even… changed clothes.”
Any man would have difficulty not having distasteful thoughts.
It finally dawned on Xining that when this man spoke of ‘abandoning her husband and child’, he truly believed it.
Her fists clenched!
A fury burned in her chest, and Xining questioned him, “Why didn’t you ask directly?”
Ji Muye abruptly clenched his fist, a hint of ice flashing in his eyes, “After asking, we divorce?”
As a throbbing pain exploded in her head, Xining suddenly realized sothing: Ji Muye, proud as he was, had actually endured the ‘cuckoldry’ for five years?
This was even more shocking to her than if she had learnt he had cheated!
Ji Muye bit down on his molars, veins bulging on his clenched fist, as he managed to suppress his emotions and arrogantly turned his head away.
The silence in the study seed to freeze ti itself.
After a while, Ji Muye’s voice resounded faintly, “The videos are fake, right?”
A faint hope was hidden beneath his composed tone.
Piecing together Ji Muye’s narrative, Xining thought of the incident that year.
She spoke slowly, “Those videos should still be around.”
Ji Muye’s body tensed, his thin lips pressed firmly together in silent admission.
He led her to the safe in the bookcase, his voice deep, “The password is our child’s birthday.”
Xining hadn’t expected him to keep the videos together with those confidential files. Without wanting to think further, she opened the safe and saw the black external drive.
She calmly approached the desk where his laptop lay quietly.
Xining closed her eyes briefly, then opened the videos.
They were surveillance footage from the hotel corridors.
Ti ticked by second by second.
By the ti she had finished watching all the videos, her emotions had settled, and she had her answer.
Xining’s voice was indifferent, “The videos are real.”
A torrent of pain flashed through Ji Muye’s eyes, swiftly turning away as she looked in his direction.
He remained silent, his stiff body waiting for her explanation.
A lot happened in their second year of marriage; at that ti, Xining had forever lost a friend and saved a very powerful old man.
The start-up funds for the lab were the consultation fee from that elder.
It could be said that the smooth establishnt of her lab in Country C was all thanks to the elder’s protection.
Therefore, she had also promised to keep this matter to herself for life.
The spasms in the muscles of the tight-bodied man, the undercurrent of tension radiating from him.
Ji Muye: “What exactly is the reason?”
She could not explain why she and Song Henian left the sa room, as even Xining only discovered through the video that Song Henian had been in that room.
“The videos are real, but I didn’t cheat. Sotis, what you see isn’t necessarily the truth, Ji Muye.”
Her thick eyelashes obscured her eyes, making it impossible for Ji Muye to see the true emotions beneath her calmness.
His pride would not allow him to compromise over and over again.
The man watched as the depth in Xining’s eyes darkened, a wave of annoyance rising within him.
He stepped back, widening the distance between himself and Xining.
Mimicking her, Ji Muye said, “I haven’t cheated either.”
Xining glanced at him and scoffed, “Oh, so those social dia posts by Liu Xixi are fake?”
He frowned, “What social dia posts?”
Ji Muye promptly opened his personal phone, accessing his contacts, and handed it to her to see, “Liu Xixi is not in my friends’ list.”
Xining remained silent, but a tense, unspoken standoff lingered between them.
The first to compromise was Ji Muye.
“The videos and social dia posts, I will investigate thoroughly.”
“Xining, if it all turns out to be a misunderstanding in the end, can we…”
Xining resolutely said, “We cannot.”
Her voice was filled with absolute finality.
Ji Muye maintained his pose even after Xining rode away from the Ji Family ho.
He stood at the study window, watching her leave without a trace of rcy, a persistent sense of loneliness enveloping him.
Yan Dong received Ji Muye’s ssage and imdiately arranged for technicians to check into Liu Xixi’s social dia posts.
An hour later.
Seeing the content sent by his secretary, Ji Muye’s expression beca terribly dark.
He exclaid angrily, “Bring Liu Xixi over!”
As the head of a centuries-old family, the Ji Family was bound to have so traitors.
The existence of the dark room was for interrogating such people.
Liu Xixi was taken from a private hospital under Shi’an Group by the Ji Family’s bodyguards.
Her surgically altered face was ruined at once by a hundred slaps, now wrapped in bandages.
Seeing Ji Muye, the joy in her eyes didn’t have ti to spread before she was slamd with a file.
It was a printout from Yan Dong; the fake social dia posts she had intentionally created.
Guilt-ridden, Liu Xixi didn’t dare et Ji Muye’s gaze.
At that mont, another woman clad in luxury items was dragged into the Ji Family’s dark room by the bodyguards.
“What are you doing, let go! Do you know who I am!”
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