Auntie Zhang nodded, "He slept. When I ca to tidy up in the morning, the bed was ssy. He must have slept here last night, but I don’t know when he got up."
Zhang Xiaohui nodded, thought for a mont, then, unwilling to give up, picked up the phone to call Jiang Weide again.
Unexpectedly, what caught Zhang Xiaohui by surprise was that the phone rang right beside her. She was taken aback and quickly moved her phone away. The familiar ringtone was sounding inside the villa. It wasn’t loud, but Zhang Xiaohui was sure it was her husband’s phone!
Zhang Xiaohui was montarily stunned. The next second, she imdiately reacted, continuously dialing her husband’s number while searching around the villa.
Quickly, she followed the sound of the ringtone into the study. As soon as she entered, she froze.
Because her husband’s phone was blatantly left on the desk where Jiang Weide usually worked!
Zhang Xiaohui’s heart skipped a beat. A flash of insight crossed her mind, making her realize sothing was wrong.
Others might not understand Jiang Weide’s personality, but Zhang Xiaohui knew very well. After all, they had been married for over two years. She was about seventy to eighty percent familiar with the personality of the person she shared her bed with.
On one hand, Jiang Weide was extrely arrogant, and on the other, he was extrely insecure. One of the traits he displayed was a strong desire to control the family finances. No one was allowed to touch them, not even her, his wife. If any significant expenditure was needed, permission from Jiang Weide was required.
Another characteristic was that he never parted with his phone.
Because he was very worried about things going wrong, his phone was always on 24 hours a day and he carried it with him wherever he went.
But now, this phone was left in the study, which made Zhang Xiaohui feel very off. A sense of unease rose in her heart. She didn’t know why she felt so panicked.
Her eyes swept around the study; even with a single glance, Zhang Xiaohui felt sothing was wrong with the study, but she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.
Zhang Xiaohui hurriedly shouted, "Auntie Zhang, co here quickly!"
The maid called Auntie Zhang heard Zhang Xiaohui’s shouting and rushed in hastily, "Madam, what’s wrong?"
Zhang Xiaohui pointed to the study and said, "I felt sothing was wrong when I ca in here, but I can’t say what. Co and take a look. You’re in charge of cleaning the rooms; you should be familiar with this study!"
Auntie Zhang thought she had done sothing wrong, which was why Zhang Xiaohui ca back early to make a fuss. She thought Zhang Xiaohui was finding fault with her to fire her, so she was stunned and trembled, lifting her head to sweep her gaze over the study in the direction of Zhang Xiaohui’s pointing finger.
Unexpectedly, as she looked, Auntie Zhang froze too.
If Zhang Xiaohui hadn’t ntioned it, she might not have noticed. But after the reminder, Auntie Zhang also felt that sothing was off about the study.
Her expression imdiately turned solemn, and she carefully surveyed the study inside and out. Quickly, she figured out what was wrong.
"Madam..."
Upon realizing what was wrong, Auntie Zhang’s face turned pale instantly, even her lips quivered, and her teeth chattered uncontrollably.
"This study is indeed off. The problem lies in the bookshelf. On the bookshelf, the placent of books is incorrect. Normally, I place the books in the middle compartnts together, and the display above holds the master’s antique collections. But now, the books are split into several piles and put in the display, yet the master’s antique collections are missing."
Auntie Zhang was filled with fear. She had no idea what had happened, but she was just a maid in this house. Now so many valuable things were missing from the study; would the madam bla it on her?
Thinking of this, Auntie Zhang was terrified, and her entire body began shaking uncontrollably.
Zhang Xiaohui stood beside the maid, hearing Auntie Zhang’s words clearly.
It was like a thunderclap exploded right beside her ear, leaving her in a daze.
Even though Auntie Zhang and Liu Ma were maids, Zhang Xiaohui absolutely trusted their character because they had been with the Zhang Family since she was young, always taking care of her. After she got married, they followed her to the Jiang Family. For so many years, these two maids had done very well. Zhang Xiaohui would never doubt the integrity of these two maids.
Therefore, when Auntie Zhang ntioned the missing antiques on the bookshelf, Zhang Xiaohui’s first suspicion was definitely not towards the household maids but towards Jiang Weide, who had vanished early that morning.
Recently, after sothing happened to her father, Zhang Xiaohui clearly realized, through the attitudes of her father’s old friends, the true nature of human indifference.
Zhang Xiaohui also knew that back when Jiang Weide pursued her, it wasn’t because he truly liked her, but because she was Zhang Lihua’s daughter, the daughter of the head of Fucheng. With this status, Jiang Weide pursued her relentlessly at any cost.
Jiang Weide was definitely the epito of opportunism and was very pragmatic. Zhang Xiaohui knew that back then, Jiang Weide could sacrifice his marriage for power, and now, he could abandon her without hesitation because of her father’s downfall.
That’s why Zhang Xiaohui had been feeling uneasy lately, and was desperately trying to diate on her father’s behalf.
But she never anticipated this — despite all the calculations, she hadn’t foreseen that her husband would strike while she was defenseless.
Zhang Xiaohui’s heart chilled as she ran to the bedroom, opened the safe, and saw it was empty. Zhang Xiaohui’s suspicions were confird once again.
Jiang Weide clearly intended to cut all ties and leave her behind, didn’t he?
All the money, bankbooks, jewelry, and passports in the safe had been taken by Jiang Weide!
Zhang Xiaohui’s heart plunged into an abyss. When she chose to compromise back then and agreed to her father’s marriage arrangent with Jiang Weide, maybe she never thought she would have such a day?
No, perhaps her father never thought of it either. Back then, he had patiently advised her, repeatedly speaking well of Jiang Weide, asserting that he was a suitable match for Zhang Xiaohui.
Ha, a suitable match that scatters at the first sign of trouble?
A fierce look flashed in Zhang Xiaohui’s eyes, and her gaze fell on the phone Jiang Weide had left behind in her hand. She let out a cold laugh, an unprecedented determination evident on her face.
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