Fu Qinglun suddenly stopped in his tracks. His broad hand gripped the phone tightly. "What did you say?"
"Qinglun, you heard me clearly. Your wife's hymen was reconstructed. It's fake."
Fu Qinglun's handsome, refined face turned frosty. "Lu Qi'er, do you think that I will believe you?"
"Qinglun, don't lie to yourself. Actually you do mind it very much. Don't you want to know who was the first man of your wife, Lin Shiyu?"
Fu Qinglun pursed his thin lips grimly.
"Qinglun, I will wait for you. I know you will definitely come." Lu Qi'er hung up the phone immediately.
Fu Qinglun froze on the spot. His rational mind was telling him that he should head to the airport immediately, but he was unable to dismiss Lu Qi'er's words. His feet felt like they were weighed down by lead, and he could not move at all.
—-Your wife's hymen is fake.
—-Your wife was not a virgin.
