2 – Saying Goodbye to the Scumbag
Su Zixuan had indeed rushed home the moment he got off work. He was panting as he stepped through the door—clearly he’d hurried.
“Honey, I bought you a cake from that place you love most. Try some—but don’t eat too much, you still have dinner later. I got home early tonight, so I’ll make your favorite sweet and sour ribs.” Su Zixuan set the cake he was carrying down by the entrance, talking to Shu Yang, who was sitting on the sofa, as he changed his shoes.
Under normal circumstances, Shu Yang would have been deeply moved by Su Zixuan’s thoughtful words. She would have already thrown herself into his arms, telling him how wonderful he was.
But right now, Shu Yang didn’t even have the mood to humor him. She wanted nothing more than to tear off that hypocritical mask of his, slap that rotten scumbag to death, and go down together with him in destruction.
But she also knew he wasn’t worth it.
Su Zixuan didn’t hear a response from Shu Yang, and he frowned almost imperceptibly. In the past, whenever he said things like that, Shu Yang would have already run over and clung to him, whispering sweet nothings.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Su Zixuan pushed down the doubt in his heart and asked with concern.
“I’m fine. Come here, I have something to tell you.” Shu Yang decided to cut to the chase and deal with this scumbag Su Zixuan quickly. She had no time to play games with him.
Su Zixuan picked up the cake from the entrance and walked over to sit in front of Shu Yang.
“Honey, your favorite cake. Try some.” Su Zixuan opened the bag, took out the cake, and thoughtfully stuck in a fork.
Watching Su Zixuan’s practiced movements, Shu Yang’s eyes instantly reddened. There was a time when she had believed she was the luckiest woman in the world, when she had believed this tenderness and thoughtfulness of Su Zixuan’s belonged to her alone.
But reality had made it painfully clear to her—his tenderness and thoughtfulness weren’t reserved just for her.
Shu Yang took a deep breath, suppressing the bitterness in her heart, and said to Su Zixuan:
“Is there anything you want to tell me?” Shu Yang hoped Su Zixuan still had a shred of conscience, that he could come clean and tell the truth. That would make her feel a little better—at least he’d have some accountability.
But she was ultimately disappointed. A scumbag was a scumbag—how could he have anything like a conscience?
“Honey, what’s wrong? What would I have to tell you?” Su Zixuan asked, looking completely bewildered.
By now he had noticed something was off with Shu Yang. He quickly racked his brain, trying to recall whether he’d done anything recently to upset her, but after going through everything, he couldn’t find any mistake he’d made.
The anxiety in his heart eased a little, and he carefully observed Shu Yang’s expression.
This time, Shu Yang was completely done hoping. The last flicker of wishful thinking in her heart was gone.
“Then take a look at this!” Shu Yang held her phone out in front of him.
“What… huh?” Su Zixuan was so startled by the photos on the phone that he cried out. His body went rigid as he stared at the screen, dumbfounded.
He couldn’t understand how those photos could be on Shu Yang’s phone. He had clearly given instructions about that.
Shu Yang shifted into a comfortable position, half-reclining on the sofa as she enjoyed watching Su Zixuan’s panicked state.
After a long while, Su Zixuan raised his head and begged hoarsely, humbly:
“Honey, let me explain. It’s not what it looks like. It’s…”
“Then what is it like? Do you dare say the man in those photos isn’t you?” Shu Yang cut off his attempt to defend himself.
As if Shu Yang wouldn’t recognize the man in the photo as Su Zixuan? After all, they had been together for three years, and she was intimately familiar with the mole on Su Zixuan’s chest.
Su Zixuan had no way to deny it—the man in the photo was indeed him.
“Wifey, listen to me, let me explain, I…” Su Zixuan was still trying to struggle.
“Explain? Explain what? Explain how you climbed into that woman’s bed? Or explain that you were actually unwilling, that you were forced? Su Zixuan, do you even believe that yourself? With that look of enjoyment on your face, does that look like someone being forced?” Shu Yang cut off the excuses Su Zixuan was about to make.
At this point, Su Zixuan truly had nothing left to say.
His shoulders slumped, all his earlier spirit gone, and he hung his head dejectedly, burying his face between his legs.
Before long, Shu Yang heard the sound of sobbing.
Shu Yang: Damn it, this scumbag actually has the nerve to cry?
“If you want to cry, go home and cry there. Right now, take your things and get the hell out of here—roll out smoothly.” Shu Yang’s voice was ice-cold.
Shocked by her words, Su Zixuan lifted his head and asked in disbelief:
“Wifey, you’re kicking me out?”
“If I don’t kick you out, should I keep you around for the New Year? The sight of you makes me sick. Scumbag, take your things and get out of my home right now.”
The mere thought of Su Zixuan finding another woman behind her back made Shu Yang’s stomach turn. She wasn’t obsessive about emotional purity, but there was no way she could tolerate her man doing something like this while their relationship was still ongoing—not just emotionally, but physically as well.
“Wifey, at least hear me out first, okay? Even a criminal has the right to defend himself, doesn’t he?”
Su Zixuan was panicking badly now. He knew Shu Yang was serious this time. Their wedding was just around the corner—how could he possibly be left without a bride? How would he explain this to his parents? All the relatives and friends had already been notified—how would he explain things to them?
No, he couldn’t let things with Shu Yang end like this!
Shu Yang was angered into laughter by Su Zixuan’s shamelessness. Fine, you want to defend yourself? I’ll give you the chance. Let’s see what kind of story you can come up with.
“Fine, I’ll give you three minutes. Say whatever you have to say, and when you’re done, get out of my home immediately.”
Although Su Zixuan wasn’t happy with Shu Yang’s tone, he had no time to dwell on it. Shu Yang had given him three minutes, and he had to seize them to calm her anger.
“Wifey, that’s not what happened—”
“Who’s your wifey? Please, call me Miss Shu.” Shu Yang interrupted, correcting him.
“No, wifey—”
“You have two minutes left. Are you sure you want to waste them?”
“Alright, M-Miss Shu, the truth is, it’s not what you saw. What actually happened was…”
And on and on, Su Zixuan spouted a whole pile of nonsense, all of it claiming he had been forced against his will.
Shu Yang laughed in disbelief:
“Heh, you say you were forced? Su Zixuan, you’re hilarious. Forced? If you were unwilling, who could possibly force you? Stop making excuses for yourself. We’re done. Now get out of my home immediately. Oh, and that hundred thousand yuan you took from me when you bought your house—I want it back by noon tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll go to your company and spread the word about all the wonderful things you’ve done. That mistress of yours works at the same company as you, doesn’t she?”
Only then did Shu Yang remember that the person who had been fooling around with Su Zixuan was his colleague. She had met her once when she visited Su Zixuan’s company, and at the time, the woman had greeted her very warmly.
Hah, so they had already gotten together back then. What a joke she had been.
“You… Shu Yang, don’t push me too far!” Seeing that there was no salvaging the situation, Su Zixuan tore off his mask and roared at her in fury.
“What, done pretending already? And here I thought you were the same breed as a garbage bag—so good at holding things in. Can’t keep it up anymore?” Shu Yang shot Su Zixuan a disdainful glance and said mockingly.
“Shu Yang, don’t go too far!” Su Zixuan was so enraged that the veins on his forehead bulged as he snarled through gritted teeth.