Qin Yuan’s adulterous lover!
These words fiercely struck a chord in Mo Shu’s nerves.
Mo Shu glanced sideways and reached for the docunts in Yu Siqiao’s hands, "Who is it?"
"Identity still uncertain for now."
This sentence caused Mo Shu’s initial interest to largely wane, slightly resentful, she said, "Are you tricking ?"
"How would I dare," Yu Siqiao smiled and hugged her from behind, "Look at this."
Mo Shu huffed lightly, her gaze settling on his hand.
Yu Siqiao picked up his phone, which displayed a small recording.
It seed like surveillance.
Mo Shu widened her eyes, looking towards the screen, "This person..."
The screen showed a man.
The surrounding scenery looked like it was near a hotel, the man was dressed in a suit but wore a hat, looking quite mysterious.
Yu Siqiao asked, "Recognize him?"
Mo Shu shook her head, "Looks familiar, who is this?"
"This is the son of one of your company’s founding elders, nad Song Fajin."
"Eh? A Song?" Mo Shu instantly thought of soone, "Is it Grandpa Song’s son?"
The company’s four founding elders, who had followed Grandpa Mo for many years, included one surnad Song, the eldest among the elders but still two or three years younger than Grandpa Mo, roughly sixty-seven or sixty-eight.
And Grandpa Song’s son must also be in his forties or fifties.
In that case, he was about the sa age as Qin Yuan.
If called an adulterous lover, the age indeed matched.
Mo Shu continued to watch, the footage then fixed on Song Fajin entering and exiting the hotel.
All the way to the hotel corridor, he rang the doorbell of one of the rooms, and then a woman opened the door.
The woman’s face was unclear, and the footage was not sharp either, and then the video ended.
Ti shifted and three hours later, Song Fajin walked out of the room, as secretive as when he arrived.
Yu Siqiao, holding his wife, said, "I checked, Qin An and Qin Yuan rented this room, a suite with two bedrooms, and at that ti, Qin An had already gone to school, leaving only Qin Yuan in the room."
Yu Siqiao pointed at the screen, "An hour after this man left, Qin An returned."
Mo Shu took Yu Siqiao’s phone, naturally leaning into his embrace, "When did you first notice Qin Yuan was having an affair?"
Yu Siqiao leaned against the wall, his head resting lightly on her shoulder, guarding his petite wife in his arms, his hands resting on her stomach, and from a lowered gaze could see a little embroidered flower on her clothing, "Used to see it by chance before, thought I was mistaken at the ti, after observing a little since your dad divorced her the other day, I rembered this matter and paid attention."
"So you just happened to find out?" Mo Shu still held Yu Siqiao’s phone, turned off that page, and noticed there were a few other videos saved in his phone, "When were these from?"
She opened one to see Qin Yuan sobbing, saying to Qin An, "It’s all Mo Shu’s fault we’re in such a ss, she hates to death, and now even caused to get divorced by your Uncle Mo..."
Yu Siqiao said, "Yu Chen sohow got a hold of these."
His palms stroked her stomach, then pinched and toyed with the little flower embroidered on her clothing.
Mo Shu clicked her tongue lightly, "She really dares to say that, Qin An couldn’t have believed her, right? Qin An still has a promising future, worth nurturing well, with boundless potential."
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