Because his mood had plummeted, Han An felt completely drained.

It was as if his life goals had been shattered along with him.

After tossing the forensic report onto the passenger seat, Han An lit a cigarette with his trembling hands.

After taking two deep drags, Han An’s emotions finally calmed down a bit.

However, without anyone to talk to, that scene kept replaying in Han An’s mind.

A man was on top of his wife, his penis thrusting in and out wildly, their pubic hair rubbing against each other…

As for his wife in his mind, she was naturally incredibly promiscuous.

After finishing a cigarette and fastening his seatbelt, Han An drove towards home.

Ten minutes later, Han An’s phone rang.

Seeing that it was his wife calling, Han An answered the call.

“Honey, have the test results come back yet?”

“They’re out.”

“It’s not mine, is it?”

“I’ll talk to you about this when we get back.”

“oh.”

Upon hearing his wife’s weak words, Han An immediately hung up.

When Han An returned home, his wife was reading Andersen’s fairy tales to their son.

Because Han An’s expression was particularly unpleasant, Bai Jing did not continue speaking.

“Come to my room for a moment.”

Hearing her husband’s words, Bai Jing, feeling somewhat uneasy, followed behind him.

After his wife came in, Han An closed the door behind him.

As for their son, he sat on the sofa with a copy of “Andersen’s Fairy Tales” in his hands.

Seeing his wife’s slightly furrowed brows, Han An handed her the paternity test report.

Because the test report contained a lot of numerical values ​​that she didn’t quite understand, Bai Jing asked, “What are the results?”

“There are five pubic hairs in the sealed bag. Two of them are yours, and three are another man’s.”

“No…it’s impossible…”

“Are you trying to say that the test results are wrong?”

“That’s impossible!”

“I can confirm that the test results are correct, so this is the truth,” Han An said. “I remember when I told you I received the pubic hair, you said it was definitely not yours. You even agreed when I said that if the pubic hair was yours, we would get a divorce. It was because you were so adamant that I temporarily believed it was just a conspiracy by someone in Lijiang. So when I got the test results, I was almost heartbroken. Do you know what the person in charge of the test said? She said that those five pubic hairs were probably dropped on the bed by the adulterous couple during sex due to friction. Now that the test results are out, what else do you want to say?”

After thinking for a while, Bai Jing, her eyes wide, said, “I know where the problem is!”

“explain!”

“I was drugged during the kidnapping, and the kidnappers must have plucked my hair while I was unconscious.”

“If that’s the case, then it means he drugged and raped you while you were unconscious.”

“No,” Bai Jing said. “It’s my own body. I know whether I was drugged or raped.”

“Then why did you say it absolutely couldn’t be yours when I first mentioned pubic hair?” Han An said. “You know you were knocked unconscious, so you should know there’s a possibility your hair was plucked while you were unconscious. But you kept saying it couldn’t be yours, it couldn’t be yours. Now that the test results are out, you’re saying it must have been plucked while you were unconscious. You’re prettier than most women, so if he took off your underwear while you were unconscious, then he definitely had sex with you.”

When her husband asked her that question, Bai Jing, who had been looking down, immediately fell silent.

After hesitating for a moment, Bai Jing murmured, “I can confirm that I was not drugged and raped.”

“Could that man be impotent?”

“Husband,” Bai Jing asked, her eyes filled with sorrow, as she looked up, “Do you want me to be drugged and raped?”

“Of course I don’t want that, but the probability is too low,” Han An said. “Besides, you lied to me about the underwear too. Since three of the hairs are yours, and you’re convinced the kidnappers plucked them while you were unconscious, how do you explain the underwear? You said it was long gone, so it couldn’t have been taken to Lijiang by you. If that’s the case, how could the kidnappers find a pair of underwear exactly like that one and send it to me along with the pubic hair? And if they really wanted to find an exact match, the kidnappers would have to know you had a pair like that. If the kidnappers don’t know you, or aren’t close enough to have seen you wear that zippered thong, how could they possibly know you had a pair like that?”

Bai Jing panicked when her husband asked her that question.

“Honey…husband,” Bai Jing said, swallowing hard in fear, “I know you won’t believe me no matter how I explain, but I really didn’t bring those panties to Lijiang. I’m too embarrassed to wear them in front of you, so why would I wear them for other men? Anyway, the kidnappers plucked my pubic hair while I was unconscious, but I really don’t know how the panties came about. I’m sure I couldn’t find them when I looked for them last time, so they must have been lost a long time ago.”

“Then what about the underwear I received?”

Are you sure it’s the same one?

“Whether it’s the same pair or not, it at least proves that the kidnappers knew you had underwear like that,” Han An said coldly. “You said that pair of underwear was always in the closet, so how did the kidnappers know that?”

“I……”

Seeing his wife speechless, Han An’s mood became even heavier.

At this moment, Bai Jing said, “I can’t explain the underwear incident, but I’m sure that pair of underwear was at our house and didn’t go missing. Also, when we were in Lijiang, I told you that another pair of underwear I had hung out to dry had gone missing, so it’s possible that they were stolen together.”

“Couldn’t it be that you lied to me? And in fact, you didn’t lose your other pair of underwear?”

“It’s really lost. Honey, go look in the closet if you don’t believe me.”

“I could also assume that you deliberately lost it after you returned to Shenzhen.”

“No, it’s not,” Bai Jing said anxiously. “You’re my husband, you should believe me.”

“I’m just stating the facts!”

“Don’t think of me as something dirty, I’m your wife.”

“If you still consider yourself my wife, then you should tell me everything you’ve been hiding.”

“I’ve already told you everything.”

“You think I’d believe you were kidnapped?”

“If I wasn’t kidnapped, then what are the scars on my wrists?”

At this point, Bai Jing raised her right hand.

Looking at the barely noticeable bruises on his wife’s wrists, Han An felt even more depressed.

Han An never believed his wife had been kidnapped; instead, he suspected she had been taken to Lijiang to engage in sexual masochistic acts with a man—meaning her hands were bound before they had sex. The torn underwear and scratches on her inner thighs were clearly from such acts. Since some women experience sexual pleasure during masochistic acts, Han An suspected his wife might be one of those women.

The more Han An thought about it, the angrier he became.

Looking at his wife, who appeared pitiful, Han An said, “Let’s get a divorce.”

“I wasn’t the one who made the mistake, it was the kidnapper. What right do you have to divorce me?”

“Can we just pretend I was the one who made the mistake?”

“Is it because you believe I was drugged and raped by the kidnappers that you want a divorce?”

“I don’t want to discuss this anymore. Anyway, I want a divorce.”

“I don’t want a divorce,” Bai Jing said, tears streaming down her face. “If I had cheated on you, I would be willing to divorce you, but I didn’t.”

I’m tired.

“Honey, have you thought about why the other person sent you hair and underwear?” Bai Jing said. “Their purpose is to make you think I’m cheating on you, which will affect our relationship and make you divorce me. So if we divorce, wouldn’t that be exactly what they want?”

“The key question is, how did he get your pubic hair and underwear!”

“I got the pubic hair while I was in a coma, and I really don’t know how the underwear came about.”

“Then how did he get my contact information and address?”

“I guess they unlocked my phone and found it inside.”

“Tell me, what did that kidnapper look like?”

“My eyes were covered the whole time, so I didn’t see anything at all.”

“Fine, I don’t want to argue with you anymore,” Han An said. “Since you don’t want a divorce, let’s separate for now!”

“Don’t do this!”

As she cried out, Bai Jing threw herself into her husband’s arms.

After hugging her husband tightly, Bai Jing choked up and said, “I really wasn’t drugged and raped by the kidnappers, husband, you have to believe me.”

Han An wanted to share his analysis, but knowing his wife would insist on the kidnapping theory, he didn’t want to.

Han An tried to push his wife away, but the door was pushed open at that moment.

As soon as the door opened, their precious son ran over and hugged Han An’s leg.