In the spacious room, a beautiful girl was intently examining the freshly developed photographs.
Her brows furrowed, her teeth biting down on her lip, she slammed her hand on the table, muttering a curse: "Damn it, I've been tailing them for so long and still don't know who the mastermind is."
Zhang Xiaohy, twenty-four years old this year, was a talented investigative reporter. Recently, she had been tracking an illegal operation run by a mysterious drug lord.
The police had pursued him countless times but failed to apprehend him. Xiaohy dreamed of making a big contribution, so she risked her life to gather information.
"Xiaohy, take a break and eat something."
Zhao Zixuan, twenty-eight years old, was a skilled baker who owned a small but popular bakery.
He had just taken a green tea tiramisu out of the oven and brought it up to his wife's room for her to enjoy, but as usual, seeing his face displeased her.
"Take it away, I can't stomach it."
"Just a little bit is fine, you barely ate anything this morning."
Zhang Xiaohy shot Zhao Zixuan a glance and with a swift motion, swept the plate of cake off the table onto the floor. The meticulously decorated green cake was crushed and splattered all over the floor.
Zhang Xiaohy, seeing this, still wasn't satisfied; she vehemently scolded Zhao Zixuan.
"Are you deaf? I said I'm not eating. If you have so much free time, spend it signing the divorce papers. Don't stand here polluting my sight anymore."
Xiaohy angrily shot the man in front of her a contemptuous look, then retreated back into her photographs.
Zixuan silently knelt down to clean up the scattered cake on the floor. He wasn't angry, because this happened almost every day, and she had been scolding him for the past three years.
Xiaohy glanced at the man meticulously cleaning the floor, her heart filled with contempt. To her, men should be doing great things, they should be strong and magnanimous, not burying themselves all day in baking and decorating boring cakes with fancy patterns.
She let out a cold snort, then continued with her work.
A ringtone.
It was Han Dengqi calling. Zhang Xiaohy saw this name appear on her phone screen, her face immediately bloomed with joy, and her voice softened by several degrees.
"My love, I'm here."
Zhao Zixuan's current mood was shattered by that remark. He looked up to see her face, as radiant as a peach blossom, as she spoke to her lover. That sweetness, in three years of marriage, she had never once shown him, not even a hint of pity.
Zhao Zixuan clenched the broken pieces in his hand until it bled, listening to every single word from the mouth of the person who shared his bed.
Zhang Xiaohy hung up the phone in an excellent mood. Dengqi said he had booked the plane tickets and would take her on a trip in two days.
Before her joy from this news could subside, another piece of news arrived: her colleague messaged her, saying they had investigated and found out that the drug lord's subordinates were about to make a transaction at the port.
Her charming, plump red lips curved into a wide smile. Good things truly come in succession.
Zhang Xiaohy packed her things and stood up, preparing to leave. Zhao Zixuan knew she was about to go to dangerous places again to hunt for news, so he quickly tried to dissuade her.
"Xiaohy, please don't go. Investigating criminals is the police's job; you'll be in danger if you go there."
Zhang Xiaohy frowned deeply but didn't answer immediately. She turned back to her desk, opened a drawer, and pulled out a divorce application form. She threw it at Zhao Zixuan's face and yelled:
“Just sign this, stop with the pointless words. You should know better than to keep me tied down. How can you be so shameless? Before I return, I want to see your signature on this paper, otherwise, I’ll go to court and file for a unilateral divorce. Living with you is taking years off my life.”
Zhang Xiaohy turned and walked away, not sparing Zhao Zixuan a shred of pity. The blood in his palm flowed more profusely, and his empty eyes stared blankly into the distance, a truly pitiful sight.
After leaving the house, Zhang Xiaohy quickly went to meet her colleague as planned. The two then continued to the harbor to follow the crime boss’s henchman.
It was almost 6 PM, and the sky was gradually darkening. Xiaohy and her male colleague tailed a pot-bellied man suspected of being the crime boss’s henchman. He smoked, pacing back and forth, looking around nervously. A moment later, a few more men appeared. It looked like they were carrying guns.
Her colleague’s face paled, and he pulled Xiaohy, wanting to run, but she was determined to be a heroine and refused to leave. Her colleague didn’t have such courage, so he turned tail and ran first.
Zhang Xiaohy was born fearless. How could she let such a golden opportunity slip away?
She held her camera ready, waiting for them to complete the transaction before snapping photos as evidence.