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Chapter 403: [403] Should you apologize to my brother?_1

Everyone in the private room looked at Tang Feng curiously, eager to see how he would resolve the situation.

Huang Jianxing used to be involved in gangs, and although he later started a construction materials business by a stroke of luck, his nature didn’t change.

People like him value their face above all.

Insult him or hit him, and he may not get angry.

But accuse him of being cuckolded—this is the ultimate humiliation for him.

If Tang Feng couldn’t give him a satisfactory explanation today, the two sides would likely become sworn enemies.

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Tang Feng gently rubbed his phone, “If this matter goes public, it might cause Mr. Huang to lose face. I think it’s better to let it go. If you really want to know, we can talk in private.”

Before Huang Jianxing could respond, Zhao Yali couldn’t take it anymore, “No way! You can’t just slander me and expect to let it go. If you can’t produce evidence today, this won’t end with me.”@@novelbin@@

She obviously believed that Tang Feng had no evidence, which is why she was so bold.

Huang Jianxing nodded in agreement, “That’s right. You put out half a statement, leading others to speculate. If you have any evidence, just show it. I’m not afraid of being embarrassed.”

He had absolute trust in his wife and completely disregarded Tang Feng’s warning.

Seeing their insistence, Tang Feng couldn’t help but sigh, “Well, if you insist on it that much, then I have nothing more to say.”

As he spoke, he turned his head towards Zhao Yali, “You think that once photos are deleted, they can’t be recovered? Big sister, you’re behind the times.”

Zhao Yali’s complexion changed instantly.

Indeed, she seldom used her cell phone and thought that once photos were deleted, they were gone.

But from Tang Feng’s words, it seemed that deleted items could still be retrieved?

Realizing this, panic set in, and she rushed towards Tang Feng, trying to snatch his phone away.

But she was a step too late. Tang Feng had already recovered all the deleted photos and then turned the phone to show everyone.

“Actions speak louder than words. I won’t say anything more. You all take a look for yourselves.”

Everyone’s eyes converged on his phone screen.

They then saw a man in panic, wiping white stains off his pants with a tissue.

This man was none other than Mr. Sun, the driver who had just accused Tang Feng.

Everyone present was experienced enough to understand what had happened just by a single glance, and their expressions turned ambiguous.

Mr. Sun’s face went pale, and he collapsed onto the floor, legs giving out.

The second photo showed the passenger seat.

Torn stockings and a heap of tissues could be seen on the seat.

The third photo was of the entire car.

Those familiar with Huang Jianxing immediately recognized it as his car.

Huang Jianxing let out a roar like that of a wild beast and pounced to snatch the phone, scrutinizing it closely.

The more he looked, the angrier he grew, his eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets.

“Husband, don’t believe him…”

As Zhao Yali was about to defend herself, Huang Jianxing’s hand flew across her face.

“Slap!”

The slap was loud and crisp; Zhao Yali staggered nearly falling to the ground, blood already oozing from one ear.

This was indicative of how forceful Huang Jianxing’s slap had been.

“You whore! I provide for you, what have I ever done to wrong you? And you go and cuckold me?” Huang Jianxing was furious, grabbing Zhao Yali by the hair and slapping her face several times.

If it weren’t for the child in her womb, he would have hit her even harder.

Some people nearby, worried that it might lead to a fatality, hurried to separate the two.

Still not feeling vindicated, Huang Jianxing turned and started brutally beating Mr. Sun.

This time, without the constraints he had with his wife, his punches and kicks were just getting started when he grabbed a chair and smashed it several times before being restrained.

Zhou Bingrui, seeing such drama unfold, was overjoyed inside, and would have laughed out loud if he hadn’t suppressed it.

“Mr. Huang, it seems my brother wasn’t lying—you really have been cuckolded. Shouldn’t you apologize to my brother?”

Zhou Bingrui was a bit petty. He hadn’t forgotten Huang Jianxing’s earlier threats against Tang Feng.

Even though Huang Jianxing’s cuckolding might garner sympathy, an apology was still in order.

Huang Jianxing was already humiliated beyond measure but still clenched his teeth and apologized to Tang Feng, “Mr. Tang, I’m sorry, I was wrong earlier. I truly didn’t expect this adulterous couple to do such a thing behind my back. I’m too ashamed to show my face.”

As he spoke, he sent the photos to his own email for evidence and then returned the phone to Tang Feng.

Tang Feng took the phone, originally intending to let the woman off.

But at that moment, he noticed the malicious gaze Zhao Yali cast at him, clearly still thinking of revenge.

His lips slightly curved up as he looked back at Huang Jianxing, “Mr. Huang, you seem like a straightforward person, I’ll give you a reading for free.”

Huang Jianxing was startled, “A reading of what?”

Tang Feng feigned a mystic gesture with his fingers, “A magpie occupies the nest, a bastard sneaks in. Beware, to avoid your own blunder.”

Huang Jianxing was confused, “What do you mean?”

Zhou Bingrui interjected immediately, “Haven’t you figured it out yet? What Mr. Tang means is that the child in your wife’s belly is a bastard. You should get it checked quickly, so you don’t end up raising someone else’s child.”

Huang Jianxing’s face changed again, his gaze fixed on Tang Feng, “Is what Mr. Rui said true?”

Tang Feng couldn’t help but give Zhou Bingrui a thumbs up, “Did you actually catch that? Not bad.”

Zhou Bingrui smiled smugly, “You said ‘a bastard sneaks in.’ I knew right away it had to mean she’s carrying a bastard.”

Huang Jianxing turned again to Zhao Yali, “Is it true? Whose child is in your belly?”

Zhao Yali was already stricken with terror and hurried to explain, “Husband, don’t listen to their nonsense. The child I’m carrying is really yours; you must believe me…”

“Believe you? You bitch, cuckold me and ask me to believe you? Whose child is it? Is it this bastard’s?”

Huang Jianxing was choking Zhao Yali, pointing at Mr. Sun, who lay on the ground, too scared to move.