Chapter 19: Do You Truly Understand What Kind of Person Your Wife Is?

If asked who Cao Kun most wanted to take revenge on, the foremost would undoubtedly be the Wang Shanshan family of three.

Because if it weren’t for the Wang Shanshan family, he wouldn’t have spent ten years in prison in his previous life, wrongfully branded as a murderer.

Besides the Wang Shanshan family, the caller at this moment, Sun Wei, would definitely rank in the second tier of people he wanted to take revenge on.

In fact, he could even be counted among the first tier.

Sun Wei was Cao Kun’s classmate for three years in high school. During that time, they stayed up all night together, studied side by side, watched movies, smoked, and drank. They could be called the best of brothers.

Yet, this very best friend, after Cao Kun was falsely imprisoned, never once visited him in jail. Instead, he spread bad rumors about him everywhere, eager to sever all ties.

If that were all, Cao Kun might have let it go.

After all, the reputation of a murderer is terrible. Anyone who hears that someone is close to a murderer would subconsciously label that person as not trustworthy.

So if Sun Wei merely slandered him to clear his own name, Cao Kun could understand and wouldn’t blame him.

But what Sun Wei did, which was unforgivable, was that in his rush to break ties, he and another close friend went so far as to desecrate his grandfather’s grave and scatter his ashes.

For Cao Kun, his grandfather was his only family in this life.

He had already been filled with regret that the old man never lived to see him fulfill his filial duties.

Yet Sun Wei and the other friend left his grandfather with the disgrace of having his bones scattered.

This was something Cao Kun could never tolerate.

Failing to properly honor his grandfather was one thing, but not even being able to let him rest in peace—what was the point of the old man raising such a grandson?

Might as well have raised a dog.

In his previous life, Cao Kun just hadn’t had the chance; otherwise, he would have long since torn Sun Wei and that other friend to pieces.

Thinking of this, Cao Kun glanced at the phone on his desk ringing incessantly and picked it up.

“Hello.”

The gloom on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a cheerful expression. “What’s up, Sun Wei?”

“Kun Ge, what are you up to?”

Sun Wei sounded like he was chewing something, his voice muffled.

“Nothing much,” Cao Kun said. “I stayed up all night reading novels. Only went to sleep after seven this morning, then just woke up.”

“Wow, Kun Ge, you’re really living it up this holiday,” Sun Wei laughed. “Sleeping that late, come play cards, we’re one short.”

If Sun Wei had a hobby, it was definitely playing cards.

Whether it was Dou Di Zhu, Pai Gow, or Zha Jin Hua, he was addicted to every one.

He could play all night without stopping.

If he got a bit of luck, he wouldn’t even eat.

Cao Kun once said of him that he was like a man possessed whenever he saw cards.

In that brief moment, Cao Kun already thought of how to deal with Sun Wei.

No choice!

His weakness was too obvious!

But the timing wasn’t right yet; he needed to wait a little longer.

Thinking this, Cao Kun smiled. “What cards? You know I’m no good at them. Besides, I’ve got to read my novels.”

“Come on,” Sun Wei pleaded. “Kun Ge, just play for a while. What’s the fun in just reading? It’s fine if you don’t know how. Just come join us for the fun—no money involved.”

“No, no.” Cao Kun refused. “I’m about to drop dead from sleep. I’ll have to go back to bed soon.”

Seeing Cao Kun was firm, Sun Wei gave up. “Alright then, I’ll see if anyone else can come.”

Then the call ended.

Cao Kun looked at the disconnected phone, a cold smile unconsciously curling his lips.

“My good brother, cherish these few happy days you have left. Soon, you won’t be happy anymore.”

……

8:30 p.m.

In Xia County, the North City District Snack Street, Cao Kun approached a crowded food stall.

At that moment, a man in his thirties was paying.

He pulled out his phone and tried to unlock it with his fingerprint.

But perhaps his hands were greasy or the screen was unresponsive; after several failed attempts, he switched to entering his password.

0 2 0 3 0 4!

After unlocking his phone, he opened WeChat and scanned a code to complete the payment smoothly.

Apart from a small hiccup unlocking the phone, everything went well.

Pay, take the food, leave.

However, the man didn’t notice that as he left, a slightly taller young man brushed past him.

Five minutes later.

Cao Kun walked out of the snack street on foot.

Once in a deserted spot, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone.

It was the very phone belonging to the man from the snack stall.

Ten years in prison wasn’t wasted time for Cao Kun; petty theft skills like this were basic to him.

No choice!

Prison was full of people skilled at these things, and he had learned without realizing it.

Cao Kun entered the six-digit password 020304 and easily unlocked the phone.

He didn’t bother checking for any scandalous photos or videos.

Instead, he opened WeChat, chose to add a friend, and entered a phone number.

It was Wang Shanshan’s father’s number—Wang Yifu’s.

As someone who had been obsessively attached to Wang Shanshan for three years, Cao Kun not only had Wang Shanshan’s phone and WeChat, but also her parents' numbers and WeChat contacts.

So sending a video to Wang Yifu was easy—just add him as a WeChat friend and send it directly.

However, this would expose him.

He needed a WeChat account that Wang Yifu wouldn’t recognize.

He even wrote a note to increase the chances of Wang Yifu accepting the friend request.

“Wang Yifu, add me, urgent matter.”

Three minutes after sending the friend request, a notification popped up that it had been accepted.

Immediately, Wang Yifu sent a message.

“Who are you?”

“What urgent matter?”

Seeing these messages, Cao Kun’s lips curled into a smile.

He first transferred the edited video from his own phone to this one via Bluetooth, then replied.

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is, do you really know what kind of person your wife is?”

Thanks to his three years of obsession with Wang Shanshan, Cao Kun knew Wang Yifu fairly well.

Wang Yifu was an extreme male chauvinist with a heavy dose of jealousy.

In fact, Bai Jing had to quit a well-paying job before because it required occasional travel, which Wang Yifu forced her to give up.

Because whenever Bai Jing went on a business trip, Wang Yifu suspected her of having affairs.

So Cao Kun was confident that once this message was sent, Wang Yifu would definitely take the bait.