That night, with the moon dark and the wind high, Huo Chongyu tiptoed and slipped into the Meng family’s courtyard.
He hid behind a heart-shaped pittosporum tree, peering around warily like a thief.
Once certain the coast was clear, under the cover of darkness, he quietly made his way to the corner of the wall directly beneath the south-facing master bedroom.
Then, he opened the multi-functional aluminum alloy telescopic ladder he had brought along, leaned it against the wall, and began to climb.
When Huo Chongyu reached the top only to find himself still facing a solid wall, he suddenly realized a problem—the ladder seemed to be too short.
He had measured the height using his own walls; a single story was only four meters high. Why couldn’t this four-meter ladder reach the second floor?
Huo Chongyu suddenly remembered hearing his friends from the mainland complain that certain sellers on Taobao were keen on selling counterfeits. He hadn’t expected this unscrupulous merchant would actually skimp on the length!
Furious, Huo Chongyu climbed down, took out his phone, and began to berate the Taobao seller.
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[Dkys Zw:] Pke usw plde xl y zyeela vbyv’p y xlvla pbsav? R nzlyazu cswtbv vbl qswa-xlvla sdl.
[Uwpvsxla Flahknl Dkys Mys:] Plya, rzlypl esd’v osaau. R’zz ypj vbl oyalbswpl xydytla vs nblnj qsa usw.
Mos xkdwvlp zyvla, vbl nwpvsxla plahknl alrzkle.
[Uwpvsxla Flahknl Dkys Mys:] Plya, ol’hl nsdqkaxle kv. El eke kdelle plde usw y qswa-xlvla zyeela.
[Dkys Zw:] Rxrsppkczl. Yu dlktbcsa’p qkapv qzssa kp sdzu qswa xlvlap bktb, cwv R nyd’v alynb vbl plnsde qzssa okvb vbkp zyeela.
[Uwpvsxla Flahknl Dkys Mys:] Plya, obu yal usw vaukdt vs nzkxc uswa dlktbcsa’p cwkzekdt?
[Dkys Zw:] Ykde uswa sod cwpkdlpp. Kwpv vlzz xl obu vbl zyeela usw pldv kp y xlvla pbsav.
[Uwpvsxla Flahknl Dkys Mys:] Plya, xyu R ypj kq usw yvvldele lzlxldvyau pnbssz?
[Xiao Yu:] I’ve graduated from university.
[Customer Service Xiao Tao:] Then haven’t you heard of the Pythagorean theorem?
With that, the customer service agent sent over a crude diagram.
If the wall is four meters high and the ladder is four meters long, the actual vertical height reached will always be less than four meters unless the ladder is pressed flush against the wall.
[Customer Service Xiao Tao:] For your personal safety, we recommend the angle of the ladder be no less than 60 degrees. Therefore, the actual usable height of a 4-meter ladder is less than 3.5 meters. It is perfectly logical that you cannot reach your neighbor’s second floor.
[Xiao Yu:] …
“Master math, physics, and chemistry, and you can walk across the world without fear.” The old saying did not lie.
In the chilly night, Huo Chongyu sat dejectedly on the bottom rung of the ladder, contemplating life—he really wanted a cigarette.
No, he couldn’t just go back empty-handed. He had to see exactly how that bastard Meng Jianchen was domestic-violencing Chen Luoru.
So, Huo Chongyu adjusted the angle of the ladder. Although this tilt was a bit dangerous, for the sake of his beloved Christina, it was worth the risk.
Trembling, he climbed the ladder again. This time he was twenty or thirty centimeters higher; his head could just barely peek over the bottom of the second-floor floor-to-ceiling window.
Indeed, “nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Huo Chongyu struck gold this time.
Although the bedroom curtains were drawn, a small gap had been left for ventilation.
Huo Chongyu pressed his ear against it and could vaguely hear voices coming from the bedroom.
In late October in Beijing, the outdoor temperature dropped to three or four degrees Celsius.
The cold wind felt like sharp blades, chilling him to the bone.
Overcoming all obstacles and working in such harsh conditions, Huo Chongyu overheard snippets of Chen Luoru’s speech.
“Be gentler, I’m hurting.”
“You’re pulling my hair.”
“Don’t, don’t—ah!”
That one scream broke Huo Chongyu’s heart.
Poor Christina; she really was suffering inhuman abuse at the hands of that beast.
About ten minutes later, the bedroom lights went out. It seemed they were retiring for the night.
Huo Chongyu heard the two of them whispering, but the voices were too low for him to make out anything.
Suddenly, Chen Luoru cried out: “Meng Jianchen, I want a divorce!”
Upon hearing this, Huo Chongyu’s eyes instantly filled with tears.
So Christina wanted to divorce her husband too! He suddenly felt that the hardships he endured in the bone-chilling night were nothing. As long as he could help Christina escape the clutches of the beast, he would do anything happily.
He couldn’t wait another moment. He had to take Chen Luoru away tonight.
From now on, he would protect her and not let her suffer the slightest bit of harm!
Huo Chongyu was anxious, but there was no further movement inside.
He waited ten minutes impatiently and then sent a message to Chen Luoru.
[Huo Chongyu:] Is your husband asleep?
When Chen Luoru received Huo Chongyu’s message, she was lying in bed sulking at Meng Jianchen.
After their earlier intimacy, Chen Luoru had been lying in Meng Jianchen’s arms as usual, whispering to him.
She asked Meng Jianchen when he would finish saying the six thousand-plus “I love yous” he owed her, but Meng Jianchen said he was tired and that the matter would be discussed later.
Chen Luoru: “I see through you now.”
Meng Jianchen: “See through what?”
Chen Luoru: “You don’t love me at all. You only love my body.”
Meng Jianchen: “Isn’t your body part of you?”
Chen Luoru: “…”
Chen Luoru: “Meng Jianchen, I want a divorce!”
She knew that Meng Jianchen hated hearing this sentence the most, so it had practically become her catchphrase.
Meng Jianchen had been on the move all day, rushing through several meetings.
During the car rides, his secretary and assistants kept reporting the latest updates; he didn’t even have time for a nap.
Getting home at 9:30 PM, he originally wanted to just shower and go to bed.
Who knew Chen Luoru would be in high spirits? She rubbed and squirmed in his arms like a clingy kitten.
Since she had successfully ignited his fire, she had to pay the price for her behavior.
He was a bit hurried and a bit fierce, not as meticulous about her feelings as usual, but the effect seemed quite good—Chen Luoru’s head tossed and she trembled like a flower branch, having been very thoroughly pampered.
With his last ounce of energy depleted, Meng Jianchen just wanted to sleep.
But Chen Luoru was full of energy, pestering him to say “I love you.”
Satisfying her body wasn’t enough; he had to satisfy her psychological needs too.
Being a man is truly hard.
Meng Jianchen wondered: Did I not perform well enough just now?
Hanging “affection” and “love” on one’s lips every day wasn’t the style of a CEO; he preferred to express himself through actions.
So, hearing Chen Luoru threaten divorce again, Meng Jianchen didn’t back down. Instead, he dominantly blocked her chattering little mouth.
After kissing for about five or six minutes, Meng Jianchen finally released her and said in a deep voice, “Go to sleep.”
At this moment, Meng Jianchen was half-asleep, but Chen Luoru wasn’t.
She saw Huo Chongyu’s message and was completely baffled. What did it mean to suddenly ask if her husband was asleep in the middle of the night?
Heh, the heartless dog of a man—sleeping immediately after eating, and with top-tier sleep quality!
[Chen Luoru:] He’s sleeping like a pig.
Chen Luoru sent the message indignantly.
[Huo Chongyu:] Then come to the window, I have something to tell you.
[Chen Luoru:] What can’t be said on WeChat?
[Huo Chongyu:] Just come here.
Chen Luoru was puzzled. What could he have to say at the window? Was he going to shout at her across the air?
Hesitantly, she put on her pajamas, threw back the covers, and got out of bed, sliding her bare feet into cotton slippers.
She walked to the window and pulled back the curtain. The cold moonlight instantly poured in.
Chen Luoru gazed at the villa opposite. It was pitch black over there; not a soul was in sight.
[Chen Luoru:] Where are you?
[Huo Chongyu:] Look down!
Look down?
Chen Luoru lowered her head suspiciously and was suddenly given a huge fright.
There was Huo Chongyu, clinging to the wall below her window like a gecko. His face was bruised purple from the cold, and under the pale moonlight, he looked like a close-up from a horror movie.
Chen Luoru’s eyes widened in terror. What… what on earth was this person doing?
She knew Meng Jianchen didn’t think much of Huo Chongyu, so she suppressed her pounding heart, pushed the window open a tiny crack, and whispered: “Why are you here?”
Huo Chongyu: “I’ve come to save you.”
Chen Luoru: “?”
Huo Chongyu: “Quick, change your clothes while your husband is asleep. I’ll take you away.”
“Away?” Chen Luoru asked, confused. “Why should I leave?”
“I know everything, Christina.” Huo Chongyu looked at her with pity. “Marrying him has truly been hard on you.”
Chen Luoru felt that Huo Chongyu had misunderstood something. Just as she was about to speak, Meng Jianchen’s voice suddenly came from the bed: “Wanwan, who are you talking to?”
Startled, Chen Luoru immediately said to Huo Chongyu, “My husband seems to be awake, go away quickly.”
If Meng Jianchen found him clinging to the window, he would definitely like him even less.
Huo Chongyu looked at Chen Luoru sincerely, his tone firm. “We leave together, or I don’t leave at all.”
Chen Luoru urged anxiously: “Just go!”
Meng Jianchen woke up to find the spot beside him empty. He thought she had gone to the bathroom, but who would have expected to hear a conversation coming from the window?
He sat up from the bed, saw Chen Luoru standing by the window acting suspiciously, and rolled out of bed.
Hearing the sound of slippers rubbing against the floor behind her, Chen Luoru said one last thing to Huo Chongyu: “He’s coming over!”
Then she quickly closed the window and pulled the curtains shut. When she turned around, she met Meng Jianchen’s ice-cold face.
“What are you doing?” Meng Jianchen asked.
“No… nothing…” Chen Luoru stammered, “I was counting stars.”
Meng Jianchen yanked the curtains open.
He glanced up at the dark blue sky, then back at Chen Luoru, and said slowly: “The moon is bright and the stars are few; what stars are you counting?”
Chen Luoru was embarrassed. Indeed, not a single star was visible tonight.
She was worried about Huo Chongyu; her eyes kept darting to the floor beneath the window, praying he had landed safely.
“Go to sleep. Don’t catch a cold,” Meng Jianchen said.
“Oh.” Chen Luoru nodded. Just as she was about to walk back to the bed, a pig-slaughtering scream echoed from downstairs.
She rushed back to the window, standing on her tiptoes to peer down. Meng Jianchen followed the sound as well—lying spread-eagle on the cushioned lawn below was a man.
Looking closer, wasn’t that the new neighbor who had moved in next door?
Heh. Appearing here in the middle of the night—up to no good.
Chen Luoru panicked. This was the young master of the Huo family from Hong Kong; she couldn’t explain it to the Huo family if he was broken.
She kicked Meng Jianchen, who was just watching the show. “What are you looking at? Call 120 (emergency services) already!”
Sansukini: This guy is a silly goose.
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At least, he tried to save her. 🤣🤣🤣
He’s a good source of comedy relief.