Chen Zheng returned home.
His wife, Su Mu, was sitting on the sofa knitting a scarf.
"Chen Zheng, do you like this scarf?" Seeing her husband return, Su Mu smiled and handed him a red scarf.
Chen Zheng glanced at it. "I love it, I absolutely love it! Of course I'd love anything from you, my dear! Heh heh!" He took the scarf and chuckled happily.
But in the next second, his expression changed.
SLAP!
His right palm slammed down on the coffee table.
"Bastard!" he roared, standing up and charging toward the stairs.
BANG!
He burst into the bedroom. He grabbed a chair and smashed it down violently.
CLANG!
The chair shattered.
"Chen Zheng, what are you doing!" Su Mu screamed, running over.
"Ahh—"
Just as she neared the bedroom, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from within.
"Have you gone mad!"
"Chen Zheng!"
"Help!"
Screams of agony! Cries and whimpers!
Trembling, Su Mu rushed inside. On the bed, a woman was lying in a pool of blood.
