Chapter 231 - 217 Help!
Qi Meihui picked up her small leather bag and hurried out of the office after giving her assistant some instructions, then drove away.
When she arrived home, Mu Hewen was not there. Qi Meihui went straight to the second floor and entered their bedroom.
She began to rummage through the clothes he had in the dressing room—one piece, two pieces, three pieces—throwing all the clothes that she hadn’t bought onto the floor. Mu Hewen’s attire had always been handpicked and purchased by her, always seasonal styles from boutique stores.
She didn’t know when he had learned to shop for clothes on his own. Seeing these clothes made her realize that he had recently taken a special interest in dressing up. Every time before going out, he would groom himself meticulously, exuding an exuberant enthusiasm.
She was so preoccupied with the company’s affairs and moreover focused her attention on their daughter that she hadn’t noticed these changes.
This discovery made her heart pound like the drumbeats before a battle, each beat so rapid it seemed about to burst from her belly.
Qi Meihui’s fingertips trembled as she pulled her hand out from the pocket of a pair of trousers, clutching several boutique store receipts. The sight of the transaction records made her hands shake even more violently, barely able to grasp the thin paper.
It was a receipt from a luxury store in Aus City; he had spent over a hundred thousand on a skirt.
And that skirt was not for her.
Qi Meihui frenziedly searched through the dressing room, but Mu Hewen seemed to have been very careful. Apart from these two pieces of evidence, she could not find any other clues. But these two were enough, enough to prove that Mu Hewen had another woman outside, and that woman was very likely to be Hu Jiaojiao.
She put these two items in a paper bag and carefully stored it in her walk-in closet.
Suppressing the urge to confront Mu Hewen right away, Qi Meihui, with trembling fingers, dialed a number and arranged a meeting time. She then retrieved Mu Hewen’s ID card from the bedroom, which he used to leave at home after losing his wallet when drunk outside. He had gotten into the habit of not carrying his ID card, resorting to having his secretary fetch it if there was a special need.