Huizhong sat down in his chair, his ċhėst puffing in anger. The study was in a state of disarray, books scattered everywhere, broken vases and antiques laying on the floor making a scrunching sound as a woman's heels walked upon them.
He turned around and said. "Did you finish the task I gave you?"
The woman shivered in fear, bȧrėly able to speak, much less meeting his eyes. Why did she apply for this job? WHY? Oh...yes, she needed the money for her brother's surgery. "Y-yes."
Huizhong's face became darker when he saw her quavering appearance. "Speak!"
The woman flinched, swallowing her saliva. "Mr. Lu is indeed doing very well. He moved to Canada three years ago. Here are the reports."
He looked at the reports on the table and gazed at her. "Where are the bank reports?"
"The bank reports are coming in next week. But the bank statements state that there has been enormous withdrawals in the past nine months."
His lips thinned as he felt his heart clench out of pain. How did this happen? Why did his wife, the woman who he respected and eventually came to love dearly betray him like this?
His secretary took her leave and fled out of the room. He had spent the whole day going through the account books both at the office and at home and it proved that the tip was indeed true.
When he arrived home in the evening, his wife happily stood to welcome him. Her eyes glinted cheerfully as she tried to collect his jacket. "Welcome, husband."
His reflex action was to give a similar response. He clenched his fists and walked past her his head filled with so much rage.
His wife detected his sour mood, her face full of confusion. She thought "Maybe, he had a bad day at work." She shrugged, used to his personality.
She entered the kitchen, supervising the chefs and maids. Thirty minutes later, she went to their room to inform him about dinner.
But as time passed, he made up his mind. He wasn't going to have a boring marriage like his parents. He wanted a home where his children could live and play freely, free from the society. So he must find a way to change this fragile and dense wife of his.
Later, he was elated to see her change. She wasn't longer a prim, dense lady who only to be the perfect wife and madam of a rich household. Inside, she was a cheerful, shy and lovely wife that he had come to love.
It seemed like that was all a facade.
Inside, she was a conniving, vicious and heartless woman. She didn't even look back, or hesitate even once as she broke his heart piece by piece.
So now, he won't be soft. She must pay dearly for what she did. He was Tang Huizhong, the head of the six families. He didn't get to the pinnacle of success by being soft. He was also a ruthless man, his hands were also bathed in cold blood and his lips had ordered the death of hundreds of his enemies.
He heard a woman talk and her touch a minute later. "Husband, dinner is ready."
He stared at her, his mind going numb. This woman who had such a bewildered expression in front of him has been lying to him for fifteen years. Finally, she touched him again in concern. "Are you okay?"
He flung her hand away.. He eyed he coldly. "How could you do this?"