firstperson

At 11 p.m., the woman next door left work early again. I am certain that she did not come back alone. Why did I say 'again'? My name is Zhang Lu. Not long ago, in order to better prepare for the university entrance exam, I moved out of my school hostel. After I moved into this rented place, I realized that this building is actually the "hostel" of the ladies who work in the nightclub next door. Lin Xiaoya, my neighbor, usually gets off work at around 1 or 2 a.m. Therefore, every time she comes home early, it means that she has found herself a customer. The man moans, "Quickly, babe. I can't wait." Lin Xiaoya replies, "There's no need to rush. I am not the only one living here." Usually, I would put on my headphones and pretend that I can't hear a thing. However, today, I subconsciously move towards the wall. Behind the poster left behind by the previous tenant, there is a tiny hole through which I can see the other side. I approach the hole and see Lin Xiaoya next door suddenly turn her head around and smile at me enchantingly.

My name is Zhang Teng and I'm 30 years old. My wife and I got married 8 years ago and we have an adorable son. My seemingly perfect life was shattered on Confession Day. I waited for my wife outside her office with 99 roses. But I saw her getting into a Bently with a bald old man, hand in hand. I tried to call her, but her phone was shut off. Suspicion strikes when I overheard someone saying that my son does not look like me. Over time, I uncovered more about my wife’s affair. I swear to make my wife and that adulterer pay for betraying me by destroying both of them!