Wang Dahai swiftly circled the two rooms downstairs and quickly determined that neither of them was Qin Xiaotian's room.

He then went upstairs.

When he entered the master bedroom on the second floor, he was certain that this room was Qin Xiaotian's.

He rummaged through drawers and wardrobes, and when he opened an LV men's briefcase, he found it.

Small packets of transparent plastic bags, and inside the plastic bags was a white powdery substance.

This was it!

He put the briefcase down and quickly descended the stairs.

After waiting for about half an hour, the woman returned.

Seeing Wang Dahai sitting upright on the sofa, the woman came over, put down the shopping bag, and said, "Try these on, see if they fit."

She took out a set of clothes from the shopping bag.

"Okay, thank you."

Wang Dahai grabbed the clothes and went into the bathroom, then came out wearing them directly.

"They fit well."

At that moment, the washing machine stopped, and the clothes were ready.

The woman took out the clothes, ready to hang them up to dry when a white sedan suddenly pulled into the yard.

Upon seeing the car, the woman showed a look of panic, and Wang Dahai's body tensed up as well.

This car belonged to Qin Fuhai's wife.

The woman quickly came over and said, "My cousin's back, she doesn't like visitors in the house, you..."

"I'll leave first," Wang Dahai said, sparing her the difficulty, and he grabbed the clothes and left.

However, he was still too slow.

He had just reached the entrance hall when he heard footsteps outside.

The woman pulled him into a room.

"Hide for a moment."

"Okay," Wang Dahai cooperated.

Just as the woman closed the door, the main entrance was opened, and a man helped Qin Fuhai's wife inside.

The man escorted the woman to the living room before saying, "I've parked your car."

After saying this, the man left.

And Qin Fuhai's wife was slumped on the sofa, dead drunk.

The woman, Zhao Qian, was used to this; she must have drunk too much again, and that man was the designated driver who brought her home.

Zhao Qian let out a sigh of relief, glad that she was drunk.

In a little while, she could find an opportunity to let him sneak out.

"Pour me a glass of water," Qin Fuhai's wife, Wang Meihua, commanded with the attitude and tone of the lady of the house.

"Oh."

Zhao Qian, the woman, poured a glass of warm water and handed it to her.

Wang Meihua took it, drank a few sips, and felt much better.

"Hmph."

Wang Meihua glanced at Zhao Qian and suddenly hummed.

She slowly stood up from the sofa and walked to her room, without turning back, said, "Come here, give me a massage."

Witnessing where she was heading, Zhao Qian's heart leapt into her throat.

Wang Dahai was hiding in that room.

If she were to see him, there would certainly be anger, there would be scolding.

Thinking of that possibility, Zhao Qian's body could not help but shudder involuntarily.

Ever since she came to the city to live under someone else's roof at Wang Meihua's house, her nightmares had begun.

At first, her cousin treated her quite well.

But ever since Qin Fuhai once got drunk and was caught by Wang Meihua making advances on her, her attitude had changed.

She believed that Zhao Qian was seducing her husband and would beat and scold her at every turn.

Not only this couple treated her like this, but even their nephew, Qin Xiaotian, had been secretly bullying her.

One night, while she was sleeping, Qin Xiaotian suddenly snuck in, lifted her clothing, and attempted to take advantage of her.

She was almost defiled.

From that day on, she made sure to lock her door every night.

Zhao Qian had always wanted to leave this household, but she had not been able to find a job and had no savings.

Jumping into the lake today had been an eruption of long-suppressed emotions.

As Wang Meihua's hand reached for the doorknob, Zhao Qian bit her lip, ready for the worst.

If discovered, she would leave this place, even if it meant wandering the streets; it would still be better than being bullied by this family.

Creak~

Wang Meihua pushed the door open and walked in.

However, the scene of Wang Dahai being caught that she had imagined did not happen.

It wasn't until Wang Meihua's impatient voice came from the room that Zhao Qian snapped back to reality.

"What are you staring at? Hurry up and come over!"

"Oh, oh."

Zhao Qian hurriedly followed, and as she entered the room, she scanned around but did not see Wang Dahai.

Just as she wondered about this, she suddenly noticed a crack in the wardrobe door.

She walked over and saw Wang Dahai hiding inside from the slit in the door.

Her heart suddenly tightened.

Wang Dahai was hiding in the wardrobe.

She pursed her lips and approached the bed.

Just as she was about to sit down, Wang Meihua said, "What's wrong with you today? Don't you know how to close the door?"

"I..." Zhao Qian stopped her reply halfway and reluctantly went to close the door.

When she returned to the bed, Wang Meihua had already stripped off all her clothes.

Wang Meihua, a bit over forty, married Qin Fuhai when she was very young and gave birth to Qin Xiaotian at the age of eighteen.

Because she had her child early, her body recovered quickly.

Plus, having never needed to worry about life's struggles or money all these years, her life had been smooth sailing.

Being in a good mood naturally kept her looking young, and she was willing to spend money to take care of her body.

At forty, she looked like a woman in her twenties or thirties.

Her skin was even more tender and fair than that of a young girl.

She also kept fit by working out regularly at an upscale gym, where she had a membership; her body had not a single ounce of extra fat, but was curvy instead.

She took off all her clothes, not even leaving her underwear on.

Seeing her lying bare on the bed, although it wasn't Zhao Qian's first time seeing this, she felt extremely shy because she knew Wang Dahai was also in the room.

She picked up the essential oil, dripped it onto Wang Meihua's back, and gently started massaging her.

Wang Meihua moaned with pleasure and said offhandedly, "You know that Little Li from the gym?"

"No."

"Heh, nearly forgot, a high-class gym like that is out of your league."

Mocking her, Wang Meihua continued, "That Little Li, six feet tall, with nice muscles, and even his 'little buddy' is handsome. We did it twice in the gym's restroom; he loves my body. He almost played me to ruin."

Zhao Qian knew about Wang Meihua's promiscuous activities outside the home.

She would often talk about it freely in front of her, as if she wasn't afraid of Zhao Qian spreading the word at all.

"Xiao Qian, you don't have a boyfriend yet, right?"

"No."

"Heh, you're really pitiful, haven't even tasted a man. Me? I play with whatever kind of man I want and they're all handsome, young, and fit studs."

"And you, just look up to me. Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I could bring you along sometime, let those studs pop your cherry."

"No need."

"What are you pretending to be pure for?" Wang Meihua sniffed in disdain. "Ungrateful when given a chance."

"Zhao Qian, I'm warning you, don't let me catch you seducing Old Qin again, or I'll have someone break your legs!"

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