The sanitation worker was old and his eyesight was failing, so he couldn’t make out the people in the photo—all he saw was a blur of flesh tones. Concerned that the person who had lost the photo might be anxious, the kind-hearted old man picked up a loudspeaker and called out, “Who lost a photo? Come to the sanitation department to claim it!”
The old man even went around showing the photo to everyone he met, asking, “Did you lose a photo?”
Everyone who saw the photo blushed with embarrassment. Only then did the old man realize it was an explicit photo—something indecent and filthy. Mortified, he took to the loudspeaker to angrily denounce the person who had thrown it away.
“Wang Jianjun and Xi Zihua, these two shameless scoundrels! Not only did they do such disgraceful things, but they even took photos and scattered them all over the streets, dirtying my eyes! What kind of families raised these two immoral wretches? Their ancestors must be rolling in their graves with shame!”
In addition to the old man’s enthusiastic publicity, people exercising in the park also found photos, and those scattered on the streets were picked up as well. In no time, Xi Zihua and Wang Jianjun became infamous, and their scandal spread like wildfire across the entire city.
Meanwhile, the letters sent to the Education Bureau and the Public Security Bureau arrived that same day. The first to receive them was Xi Shuhua’s fiancé. Although he was an experienced police officer, he was still disgusted by the shocking photos.
Especially since one of the men in the photos was his fiancée’s cousin—his future brother-in-law.
Thankfully, they weren’t married yet, or he would have become the laughingstock of the entire city.
The Education Bureau also received the photos. This was an exceptionally serious case of misconduct. Wang Jianjun, who was still recovering from his injuries at home, received a call from the school informing him that he wouldn’t need to report for work the following semester.
“Teacher Wang, I never expected you to be this kind of person. You’ve disappointed me deeply. Don’t come to work next semester—just come in to complete your resignation procedures.”
The principal was heartbroken. The school absolutely could not tolerate a teacher with such depraved morals.
“Principal, what happened?”
Wang Jianjun’s heart sank. His first thought was that his affair with Xi Zihua had been exposed, but he found it hard to believe—after all, he had given Shen Jiaojiao thirty thousand yuan.
“Don’t you know what disgraceful things you and Xi Zihua did? Go outside and see for yourself—the whole city knows!”
The principal slammed the phone down, disgusted even to speak of such matters.
Just the thought of having worked alongside a pervert like Wang Jianjun for over a decade made the principal feel tainted.
Wang Jianjun’s heart sank to the depths, but he wasn’t ready to give up. Leaning on his crutches, he hobbled toward the door, only to find it pushed open from the outside. Standing there was his wife, her expression icy cold.
In her hand were several photos. Wang Jianjun’s vision went dark, and before he could say a word, his wife shoved him to the ground.
“You disgusting pervert, we’re getting a divorce!”
His wife didn’t want to waste another word. She felt utterly repulsed, having lived with this perverted troublemaker for over a decade. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to kill the beast.
Lying on the ground, Wang Jianjun’s mind went blank, as if his soul had left his body. All he could hear were his wife’s curses and his daughter’s cries. He tried to say something, but when he opened his mouth, no words came out.
“We’re getting a divorce right now, Wang Jianjun. Don’t you dare play dead. The house, the savings, and our daughter—they’re all mine. Get out of here, you disgusting pervert!”
The photos scattered across the floor. Wang Jianjun saw them clearly—they were of him and Xi Zihua.”The whole city knows, and I was the last to find out. How could you not think of Lingling before doing such shameful things? How will she live in the future? Wang Jianjun, why don’t you just die?”
His wife cried and cursed, now only worried about their daughter. She would surely face ridicule and bullying at school—how could their daughter bear it?
Wang Jianjun’s face turned deathly pale. The whole city knew?
That bitch Shen Jiaojiao had gone this far?
Wang Jianjun didn’t know how he walked out the door. He had been driven out by his wife and now wandered aimlessly through the streets, passersby glancing his way.
“Look, that’s the shameless pervert!”
“That’s him, a teacher at No. 2 Middle School!”
“Disgusting! No shame at all!”
“How dare he still show his face?”
Wang Jianjun heard many such comments, though they were mostly his hallucinations. With his unshaven face, disheveled appearance, and limping gait, no one actually recognized him.
He had lost his job, his home, his dignity, and his savings. How could he go on living?
Heartbroken and hopeless, Wang Jianjun looked up at the sky. It was blue, the sun blazing, yet his heart felt colder than ice, his future pitch black.
“Someone jumped into the river!”
A cry rose from the riverbank. Someone had seen a figure on the bridge leap straight into the water, disappearing without a trace.
After days of heavy rain, the river had swollen, deep and treacherous. Jumping from such a height, survival seemed unlikely.
The next afternoon, the rescue team found Wang Jianjun’s body downstream, bloated and gruesome from the water. The police notified his wife to claim the body.
She refused. In the end, Wang Jianjun’s parents, unable to bear it, went to the police station to retrieve their son’s body. They buried him hastily, without even holding a funeral.
Meanwhile, the Xi Family was in turmoil. Upon learning of his beloved Jianjun’s death, Xi Zihua sneaked out to see him one last time, only to be chased away by the Wang family. He never returned home, but the Xi Family was too overwhelmed to care.
Xi Shuhua’s fiancé called off the engagement, throwing the incriminating photos in front of Uncle Xi and his family. “My family can’t bear this shame. The engagement is off!”
Xi Shuhua now wept and threatened to hang herself at home, claiming she couldn’t go on living and vowing to cut ties with Xi Zihua’s family.
Xi Yuhua’s husband was taken away by the police after the four thugs confessed to being hired by him. Though no severe harm had been done, his actions were illegal, and he was detained.
Now, the Xi Family dared not even step outside, as they faced constant pointing and whispering. Even those distantly related to the family were affected, all hating Xi Zihua’s family bitterly.
Furious, the Xi Family stormed to the hotel, demanding to settle scores with Shen Jiaojiao and reclaim the 48,000 yuan.
“Ms. Shen checked out yesterday,” the hotel manager politely informed them.
Unconvinced, the family insisted on seeing for themselves. The manager obliged, leading them to the room Shen Jiaojiao had occupied—now empty.
“That bitch must have gone back to her parents’ home. Let’s go to the Shen family and settle this!”
Zhang Jingui thought of the Shen family, and so the Xi Family marched off in a large group to confront them.
Meanwhile, the Shen household was in chaos. Shen’s father had gone to the bank to check the account, only to find the 48,000 yuan had not been deposited. He caused a scene at the bank, was thrown out, and even accused of having dementia.
Shen’s father called his two sons to join the protest. The bank reported them to the police, and all three were arrested.The Xi Family rushed to the Shen residence, only to find it empty—the entire Shen family was at the police station. Shen’s father and his two sons were reprimanded and returned home dejectedly.
As soon as they arrived, they were cornered by the Xi Family.
“Pay up—forty-eight thousand, not a cent less! If you don’t, I’ll fight you to the death!”
Zhang Jingui grabbed Shen’s father by the collar, shouting fiercely.
“Where the hell would I get forty-eight thousand? I don’t even have my own five thousand anymore!”
At the mention of forty-eight thousand, Shen’s father flew into a rage. The money he had worked so hard to save had all been swindled away by his ungrateful daughter—who was he supposed to complain to?