In District K, Wai Cheung Garden is a luxury residential estate in the area.
Now, on the garden terrace of Tower 1, a man lies sprawled on the ground. His limbs are twisted in unnatural directions, and his head is submerged in a pool of blood, barely clinging to life.
However, judging by his immaculate, expensive white shirt and sharply tailored black trousers, along with a watch on his right wrist worth over a hundred thousand dollars—this attire shows that he is no ordinary man.
It is already late at night. Most units in the building have their lights off, and the residents are asleep. But if you stand where the man is and look up at the building, the first floor, the second floor... the window on the second floor is illuminated!
The window grille is open, and a man’s silhouette appears. He leans out, looking down. In the next instant, he withdraws from the window and disappears from sight.
Behind the window is the bedroom of a unit on the second floor. The man leans against the wall by the window, breathing heavily, sweat beading on his forehead.
His name is Fang Ming, about fifty years old, with tanned skin, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a square jaw—a dignified-looking man. His build is tall and solid, showing no signs of age, the typical rough-and-tumble type. Yet, the wrinkles on his face and the gray at his temples reveal a life of hardship and disappointment.
He stares intently at the woman sitting by the side of the bed, as if trying to see into her heart. The woman, thirty-six, looks much younger, appearing barely in her early thirties. Her fair complexion and lively big eyes now betray anxiety, her pupils darting restlessly, long lashes trembling, as her pearly teeth occasionally bite her moist red lips in suppressed fear.
But these small gestures do nothing to diminish her stunning beauty. With long, jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders and dressed in a sleek black business suit that accentuates her elegant figure, she exudes both intelligence and a mature sensuality.
She... is still so beautiful. Now, she’s even more attractive and captivating than when he first met her.
Yet this makes her mechanical, incessant smoking seem even more jarring.
Fang Ming notices her cigarette-holding fingers trembling. He feels anger, pain, and heartbreak. Taking a deep breath, he slowly says, “Rong, call the police.”
She doesn’t respond.
After a while, she remains silent, continuing to smoke.
Thinking of the man who had looked out the window at the body on the terrace, Fang Ming decides to ignore her and takes out his phone.
The woman suddenly stands up and walks to Fang Ming, grabbing the hand holding his phone. Bowing her head, she chokes out, “Brother Ming, please... don’t... don’t call the police.”
Fang Ming is momentarily stunned before saying, “Wang Rong, are you crazy? Do you really think that not calling the police will make this all go away?” He can hardly believe that she, a lawyer, would ask him not to call the police.
“But... when the police ask, what... should I say...?” Wang Rong mumbles. Furious, Fang Ming lets out a bitter laugh and raises his voice, “What do you mean, what to say? Just tell the truth: you wanted to fool around with your lover, but your husband caught you in the act. The lover panicked, tried to escape through the window, and fell to his death! Isn’t it that simple?”
Wang Rong covers her face with both hands, trembling violently as she sobs, “But... if people find out... that he fell from here... what am I supposed to do?” Fang Ming laughs bitterly, the sound as pained as crying, “Ha... What’s the big deal? So people will know that Lawyer Wang had an affair with a married financial elite, kicking her old and poor husband to the curb! But now it’s all for nothing!”
Wang Rong bursts out crying, shouting through her tears, “Yes! I have nowhere to turn now, are you happy? Do you want to drive me to death? Don’t you remember, all these years, I’ve been the one holding this family together! You can hate me, I’ve wronged you! But don’t forget—I’m the mother of your son!”
Fang Ming calms down, his jealousy and resentment turning into endless sorrow, and he can’t help but let two tears fall. He grips Wang Rong’s arms, looking at his wife’s swollen, tear-stained eyes, and says painfully, “Rong! If only you’d known this would happen, would you have made the same choices?”
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The shout of Uncle Cheung, the building’s security guard, comes from below.
Lights start to turn on outside the window as startled residents wake up to see what’s going on.
Soon, the unfortunate couple hear the sound of police sirens approaching from afar.
End of Chapter One
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