My CEO Baby Daddy Keeps Falling for My Tricks-Chapter 565 - 572 Collection of Evidence_1

Lin Xiangwan scoffed and drove to the hotel.

As she charged into the Hall, they had just turned towards the elevator.

Lin Xiangwan went up to the service desk, holding her phone up. "Excuse me, which room did Mr. Qin and his girlfriend go to? He left his phone in my car and I need to return it."

Lin Xiangwan’s words were silky smooth. The phrase ’his girlfriend’ cut across her heart like a blade, a painful but oddly pleasing feeling.

She smiled so innocently that the service clerk let their guard down and cheerfully replied. "Room 908!"

"OK. Thank you. You’re so pretty!" Lin Xiangwan even managed to sound cheerful as she complimented the girl.

The clerk was elated by her praise.

As she turned around, Lin Xiangwan’s face transformed, consumed by a different kind of sorrow.

She got into the elevator, pressed button 9, and the elevator began to ascend, floor by floor.

The elevator was fast - it took only a matter of seconds to reach the ninth floor.

Before she had time to prepare or even consider her actions, let alone change her mind, the elevator doors opened.

The person standing behind her saw her unmoving and impatiently asked. "Miss, aren’t you getting off on the ninth floor?"

"Oh, yes, I’m getting off now!" Urged on, she quickly exited the elevator.

As soon as she stepped out, the elevator doors closed behind her ’whoosh’, and it continued upwards.

Lin Xiangwan stood blankly in the hall, various images flashing in her mind.

Images of Qin Muchuan and Zhou Ziqi embracing, showering, even lying on a bed. Each scene twisted her heart with pain.

Then she envisioned herself storming into the room, shouting at them.

Like a shrew, she would tug fiercely at Ziqing’s hair, rip her clothes off, and drag her naked into the middle of the hall, causing her utter humiliation.

Her mind churned with such thoughts, relentlessly assaulting her brain.

Just the thought of it made her seethe. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her eyes aflame with anger.

Lin Xiangwan couldn’t see herself, but others could. Especially those who made a living catering to certain niche clientele, they observed her keenly.

A young man in sportswear, wearing a baseball cap, slinked over, leaned into Lin Xiangwan, and whispered, "Miss, are you here to catch a cheating partner?"

Lin Xiangwan turned to look at him. He was quite thin, like a recent university graduate. "What business is it of yours?" she asked.

He pulled her into an alcove and continued. "I solve people’s problems, I exclusively cater to women like you. I’m a young man of high principles. I can help you obtain evidence of your husband’s infidelity, which could help you gain an advantage in divorce proceedings!"

After his lengthy explanation, Lin Xiangwan finally understood. "So, you’re a private detective?"

"You could say that, but I see my work as different than a typical private detective’s. I only help the disadvantaged party and not just anyone. Miss, do you know which room your husband went into?" His young face was serious.

Lin Xiangwan shook her head. "I don’t know!"

In fact, she knew. She just didn’t understand why she’d said she didn’t.

Was it that she couldn’t face the reality of Qin Muchuan’s infidelity, or was she testing the young man’s abilities?

The young man smiled. "Is your husband this man?"

He whipped out his phone and pulled up a photo.

Lin Xiangwan looked at the display: it was Qin Muchuan and Zhou Ziqing. They were together, standing right in front of room 908.

Her heart ached again, and her face drained of color. "How much do you charge for a photo?" fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Not expensive. If everything goes smoothly and I don’t get hit, then it’s 500 yuan. If I get slapped, just give me an extra 100, so the slap isn’t in vain. If someone punches me and I’m injured, then give me 1,000 yuan. If it’s severe, you need to help me get to the hospital and cover the medical bills!" His explanation was incredibly reasonable.

In the midst of her pain, Lin Xiangwan almost laughed - the youth was truly a character. "Okay, if you manage to take the photo and help me get the evidence, whether you get hit or not, I’ll give you 2,000 yuan!"

"Great! You’re very generous, miss," the young man exclaimed in surprise.

Lin Xiangwan quickly corrected him. "Don’t call me miss, call me Madam!"

"Oh, I’m sorry! But you’re so young and beautiful, I feel awkward to do so," he quickly explained. "Shall we get started?"

"Sure!" Lin Xiangwan pointed at the door. "What’s the strategy? Should I knock, or should you?"

"Well, of course there’s a strategy! I’ll knock. You just hang back. Don’t let them see you." The youth was professional and seemed to have a plan.

He walked to the door and pressed the doorbell.

At first, there was no response from inside, as if no one was there.

He pressed the doorbell again.

This time, a voice from inside responded. "Who is it?"

It was Zhou Ziqing.

Lin Xiangwan knew that voice all too well - now, more than ever, she would never forget it.

The young man remained perfectly calm. He whipped off his outer clothes, revealing a hotel staff uniform underneath. He removed his cap, exposing his short hair, a perfect disguise. "Ma’am, I’m from the hotel. It seems a previous guest left something here and it’s come to reclaim it. May I come in and look?"

Zhou Ziqing sounded quite dissatisfied. "How could that be possible? Didn’t your staff clean the room before we came in?"

"They did clean, yes, but the previous guest left a decorative item, which the cleaning staff might not have noticed, and assumed it was standard to the room..." he continued to explain.

Zhou Ziqing was convinced and opened the door. "Alright, come in and look!"

The young man walked straight into the room, pulled out his camera, and snapped photos of everything in sight.

Qin Muchuan, about to leave the room, lifted his arm to shield his face. Incensed, he demanded, "Who are you? Who allowed you to take pictures of me, jerk?!"

"I am Lei Feng, fighting for justice and rights for abandoned women!" the young man shouted defiantly.

Qin Muchuan reached out to grab the camera from him.

Lei Feng tried to dodge, but failed. The camera was flung to the ground and stomped on several times. "Jerk, jerk..." Qin Muchuan kept repeating.