Xie Weihuan unexpectedly brought Jiang Lun, the young university student she was sponsoring, to the Gong residence.

I had installed a hidden camera in the guest room early on, wary of Xie Weihuan's potential schemes, which now proved to be unexpectedly helpful.

Xie Weihuan, clad in a seductive red silk slip dress, her crimson fingertips wandering over Jiang Lun's chest, began unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

Jiang Lun appeared restrained, leaning against the wall without moving.

Xie Weihuan, in her thirties and nearly twice Jiang Lun's age, was boldly making her move.

"Xiao Lun, you'll be Gong Jue's new tutor and live with us, giving us more time together," she proposed.

"This doesn't seem right, Weiwei sister. I'm worried about your husband..." Jiang Lun hesitated.

"What's there to worry about? We'll keep it secret. He hardly pays attention to me; he won't find out, just relax."

"But don't you already have a tutor?"

"Just mentioning her makes me angry. Once she comes tomorrow, we'll proceed with the old plan."

I wanted to hear more about her plan, but the surveillance went silent. When I checked the video, the two were already embracing and kissing on the bed, with the sound of wet kisses and Xie Weihuan's suppressed moans filling the room.

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Xie Weihuan was indulging in the attentions of her "puppy," completely relaxed in Jiang Lun's arms, her eyes half-closed in pleasure.

Jiang Lun, dutifully, tossed and turned Xie Weihuan, fulfilling her desires.

Watching this scene, I remembered the bruises on my sister's body at her death, the finger-pointing and whispers from our neighbors.

The real libertine was you, Xie Weihuan. How dare you portray yourself as glamorous and enjoy such a good life as if nothing had happened?

I will strip away your mask piece by piece and send you to hell.

I saved the most exciting part of the video, hesitated for a moment, but decided not to send it to Gong Li'an.

After all, being cuckolded is a matter of male pride, and I wasn't sure if Gong Li'an would choose to bury the incident for his dignity.

I needed to maximize the value of this video, not taking such a big risk.

The next day, I went to the Gong house as usual. Upon entering, Gong Jue threw himself into my arms. Xie Weihuan and Jiang Lun, however, paid me no mind, sitting on the couch exchanging flirtatious glances that could spin threads.

Remembering their intimate moments from the previous night made me feel nauseous, and I couldn't help but feel a bit sorry for Gong Li'an.

Suddenly, the two of them became flustered and looked away, all because Gong Li'an came out, ready for work.

Gong Li'an, in his impeccably tailored suit, exuded a cool, authoritative aura, carrying a sense of superiority.

He acknowledged my presence with a nod before speaking.

"And who might this be?" Gong Li'an inquired, looking towards Xie Weihuan with a probing gaze.

"Hello, Mr. Gong. I'm the new tutor, pleased to meet you!"

Jiang Lun sprang to his feet, bowing and scraping to Gong Li'an with an almost sycophantic deference.

Seeing Xie Weihuan's protective gesture, pulling him back to sit, revealed a hint of her affection.

"This is the new tutor I've found for Gong Jue, and also the boyfriend I've chosen for Shuang Shuang."