Four Years Ago, Her Husband Cheated on Her Body - Chapter 19

Jia Qiao, with his little shadow Lu Min in tow, thoroughly searched every nook and cranny of the wedding room.

Aside from recalling some useless memories about Zhu Nanyu’s awful fetishes, the search yielded nothing.

As dusk approached, the indoor light gradually dimmed, and the setting sun slowly retracted the last rays of light that had spilled through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Jia Qiao surveyed the mess he had made of the apartment and called out to Lu Min, who was diligently searching for photos amidst the ‘ruins.’

“Let’s go back.”

Jia Qiao: Giving up the struggle

Lu Min was hunched over, his butt sticking out as he burrowed into a bottom storage compartment in the utility room, frantically rummaging.

Hearing his owner giving up, he pulled out his fluffy head and flipped open the sketchbook he had just found to write:

‘But I still haven’t helped you find the wedding photo QAQ…’

“It doesn’t matter,” Jia Qiao lowered his eyes, casting a faint shadow over his face.

Lu Min’s eyes welled up with tears, his heart breaking with distress!

His owner, who usually hated trouble so much, suddenly brought him back to the wedding room to go to such lengths to find a wedding photo. It must be because he missed his sweet-toothed, soft, and gentle little husband.

Now that nothing had been found, how disappointed must his owner be?

More importantly—Lu Min also wanted to see the little husband’s photo!!!

However, what Jia Qiao was thinking at the moment was:

Since he couldn’t find a photo, he might as well draw a stick figure and write ‘Zhu Nanyu’ on its head.

It was just a funeral, after all—a mere formality.

The two walked into the elevator, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, and pressed the 1st floor button.

The elevator ran smoothly for a brief five seconds before stopping on the next floor.

‘Ding-dong—’

The elevator doors slid open, and a suspicious individual, wearing a hat and a mask that only exposed their eyes, stepped inside.

Jia Qiao was immersed in the great art of the ‘stick-figure (memorial photo)’ and, sensing someone entering, moved aside to make room.

This residential complex was located in a highly expensive area, offering excellent transportation and complete security measures.

Besides being favored by the wealthy, many celebrities also chose to live here, so seeing someone completely covered up in the elevator was not surprising.

However, the hat-wearing person, presumably a celebrity, stared intently at Jia Qiao as soon as they entered the elevator. Their gaze was almost tangible, sticking to him.

The look was fiery, carrying a hint of suspicious excitement.

Lu Min noticed this, spread his arms, and stood in front of Jia Qiao, straining to stand on his tiptoes to block the other person’s view. He glared at the person with the fiercest look he could muster.

Super fierce.

The hat-wearing person shifted angles several times but was completely blocked by Lu Min.

Seeing that the 1st floor was approaching, they quickly dug a signature pen out of their bag, searched for a while for suitable paper, and finally took off the hat, pointing at the brim. Their voice trembled with excitement, “Mr. Jia Qiao, I… I’ve been following you for a long time. Could you sign for me! Right here!”

“Mr.? Me?” Jia Qiao was stunned, his tone full of doubt.

He hadn’t even attended college, so what could he teach?

How to draw a stick-figure memorial photo?

“You know me?”

“Yes, yes!” The person nodded enthusiastically, the mask unable to hide the excitement on their face. “Mr. Jia Qiao is a true A-lister now! I secretly follow your super-topic with my secondary account, and I discover new romantic rivals joining every day~ Everyone absolutely loves you…”

After a three-second pause, they whispered, “And your husband.”

Jia Qiao: …

He didn’t understand any of it.

But he could sign.

He took the weighty, gold-plated signature pen and wrote his name on the inside of the hat.

The expensive hat immediately absorbed the ink, but the person seemed extremely delighted, holding the hat and bowing repeatedly with thanks.

The elevator had already stopped, but they remained inside, taking noisy selfies with their phone.

“Ahhh! I got a signature from my wife Jia Qiao! This will make them so jealous!”

A bewildered Lu Min followed Jia Qiao into the car and, as if waking from a dream, held up his spiral notebook in a questioning manner:

‘Owner! When did you secretly make your debut behind my back!!!’

‘Why did you keep it from me! I’m supposed to be your number one die-hard fan!!!’

‘Wuwuwuwu…’

Lu Min wrote dozens of ‘wuwu’s’ in one breath, his rabbit tears almost forming the eighth wonder of the world.

“No,” Jia Qiao pressed down on the notebook, his tone innocent. “I don’t know what’s going on either.”

He usually lived in the mountains and only occasionally went out to handle company work. Where would he get the chance to ‘debut’?

Because his owner rarely used a cell phone, as a professional butler, Lu Min only used his phone when necessary. He usually didn’t use it for entertainment, so he naturally had no idea what kind of public opinion was circulating online.

Seeing that Jia Qiao genuinely didn’t seem to know, Lu Min took out his phone, opened the search bar, and quickly typed in Jia Qiao’s name.

The page refreshed.

There was a dense array of trending topics, as well as super-topics, fan clubs, and fan groups…

Look at this momentum; Jia Qiao was just one official debut announcement away from being a top celebrity.

Among the popular content were several videos, each with millions of views, and…

They were all CP (Couple) videos.

This is what you call a top-tier BE (Bad Ending); sweeter than a first love, more painful than slow torture

Deeply in love, but alas, the fate was shallow

How I wish to see you again, even just once (Jia Qiao’s perspective)

…

Jia Qiao leaned over and glanced at the titles, noticing that every video had the ‘S+’ prefix, which made him curious.

“What does S+ mean?”

Lu Min shook his head blankly, clicked on a video with Jia Qiao’s name to find the answer, and pointed to the description for him to read.

‘S (south)’ = Nán = Zhu Nanyu

(jia)’ = Jiă = Jia Qiao

S was the CP name for Zhu Nanyu × Jia Qiao, which sounded authoritative, like an unshakeable symbol in the field of science.

Lu Min’s phone was set to autoplay, and as soon as he clicked, the video automatically loaded.

There were only a few clips of Jia Qiao available online, and with Zhu Nanyu having disappeared for many years and being highly private, there was even less footage of him.

Yet, those skilled editors, masters of ‘shipping,’ could take the scarce footage and, through their ingenious techniques, create a beautifully tragic and moving compilation.

The background music was an old song. As the first line was sung, 19-year-old Jia Qiao was led into a banquet hall by Zhu Nanyu, looking like an elf who had stumbled into the human world.

While Zhu Nanyu was exchanging pleasantries with others, he quietly slipped away, sneaking to the buffet table to steal a bear-shaped butter cookie.

His expression at the time was innocent and naive.

Lu Min, however, looked confused: Wait, did his owner like butter cookies?!

The scene quickly shifted to a similarly extravagant place of fame and fortune.

Jia Qiao appeared alone from the rain, staggering, and sat isolated in a corner of the banquet hall.

The editing genius used an artful technique, splicing several clips together.

Jia Qiao’s casual glance across the room was edited to appear as if he was searching frantically through the crowd.

The next second, the frame froze on the buffet table, where stacks of butter cookies remained untouched.

The glamour faded, and Jia Qiao disappeared alone into the cold rain, his silhouette desolates and fragmented…

Pain! So much pain! The one life one death ending is truly the most heartbreaking Wuwuwu

The biggest regret of S is the time difference. Jia Qiao was too young then, like a child who needed to be pampered. Zhu Nanyu was an excellent, guiding lover, with enough patience to wait for him to grow up… Their love could have gradually become reciprocal

The sister above knows how to ship; smash the bookstore!

Jia Qiao really fell in love without realizing it. After his husband disappeared, his love only deepened

Industry rumors say that Jia Qiao moved out of the wedding room the day after the incident and didn’t take any of Zhu Nanyu’s things, seemingly heartless. But I heard that Mr. Jia Qiao is still single and hasn’t given anyone a chance

Have you noticed that Jia Qiao faintly resembled Zhu Nanyu during the last signing ceremony. ‘After you left, I branded you into my soul, never to be separated again’

Although everyone says S is the top BE, I really want to ship the ‘if’ scenario where Zhu Nanyu is still alive

…

The ‘if’ scenario where Zhu Nanyu is still alive?

How could that exist?

Jia Qiao was slightly lost in thought when he was abruptly brought back to reality by a ringing phone.

As he expected, it was Zoa again.

“I’m in the car. I’ll review the work report when I get home.” Jia Qiao answered the call, switching to a professional, businesslike tone—expert and efficient.

Zoa didn’t continue the work discussion but asked in a deep voice, “You sound upset.”

“…How can you tell?”

Jia Qiao believed he hadn’t let any emotion slip, not even Lu Min, who was sitting next to him, had noticed anything amiss.

Why could Zoa, through the screen and with just one sentence, perceive his true emotions?

“What happened?” Zoa asked slowly and methodically.

“No comment.” Jia Qiao paused before adding, “It’s unrelated to work.”

“Oh, so it’s a private matter.” Zoa sighed faintly, sounding a bit pathetic. “That’s right, why would Chairman Jia talk about private matters with someone like me? That would be too dangerous. After all, I’m a hopelessly obsessive admirer of yours. If I cross the line even slightly, I’ll self-indulgently take it as a hint from you.”

“I’m staying at my own home. What hint could I possibly give you?” Jia Qiao didn’t want to be controlled by him every time, so he retorted stiffly.

“The fact that you’re staying at ‘your own home’—doesn’t that invite me to indulge in fantasies?” Zoa’s voice was low and his speech fast; every word bordered on harassment. “You should be showering after arriving home at this hour. Does Chairman Jia prefer a shower or a bath? I’d rather see you taking a bath… your naked body submerged in warm water, the steam making your fair skin turn slightly red, your long, damp hair…”

“Enough!” Jia Qiao couldn’t listen anymore and said coldly, “Thanks for the self-detonation. Now all I can think about is hitting you, which has made me feel much better.”

“My pleasure.” Zoa immediately ceased his vulgar verbal harassment and reverted to his professional and reliable partner persona, bringing the conversation back to the beginning. “Why are you upset?”