The Slag Gong Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 16

His voice was really pitchy and loud. You could really tell that he was being fucked until he was crazy. Along with his voice was also the sound of another man’s breathing. I was positive that it was my husband’s.

I knew that at this moment, I should be frowning, pretending the man’s voice was somewhat familiar that I was rummaging my mind on finding out why it was familiar. But because I dared not believe what came to mind at the thought of it, I couldn’t actually be sure about my guess.

I showed him exactly that look.

I caught a glimpse of the film emperor’s face redden in shame as the recording kept playing. It seemed that listening to the recording again was very sickening for him. His face was gloomy, resembling a lion suppressing its rage.

Just then, my husband’s rough and ragged voice, clearly soaked in lust, came from the recording, “Little whore…” He vulgarly panted, “You know we’re in the toilets right? Do you want to be heard?”

“Ha… If…” The childhood sweetheart gasped, “If gege’s… spouse hears this…. what should I do? He is still at the party… gege will run and be stolen away.”

I heard the sound of bodies clashing against each other, then my husband said, “Still not as playful like you. As soon as I got out of the room… I’ll help you button up in the hallway.”

It was beyond my imagination how disgusting these two were. Later, their voices became louder and louder. The childhood sweetheart’s screeches also became noisier followed by the sound both of them talking dirty to each other.

The recording stopped there.

With a gloomy face, the film emperor took back the pen and spoke, “This was why I was looking for you. That was my ex-boyfriend.”

I really wanted to laugh. The film emperor took the recording pen I sent him and let me listen to it. I think it’s kind of funny… but I controlled my expression.

“No… impossible.” I heard myself say, “That’s... fake.” I lowered my head and sobbed softly, trying not to let the film emperor see my expression.

“I don’t believe it…” I cried.

The film emperor sighed. He handed me some paper napkins and comforted, “Wipe them, ba.”

I took the proffered napkins and roughly wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes. “Thank you,” I said.

“Now you know why I asked you to come.” The film emperor stated, “Just like you, I was betrayed.”

“In the beginning, I also thought it was unbelievable. I couldn’t believe that the childhood sweetheart who was always fresh and pure in front of me would do such a thing. That he would unexpectedly have sex with someone so wantonly… I really couldn’t believe it.” The film emperor persuaded.

He again handed me a few paper napkins and said, “Don’t cry.”