Chapter 47: Chapter 47 The Other Man
But she knew that Liu Gang wouldn’t easily toss the divorce agreement in her face.
Otherwise, the next woman, if she found out he was firing blanks, would definitely broadcast it to the world.
By then the curses she bore would be washed away.
He Qianhui felt that she must have committed sins in her last life to encounter such things in this one.
But no matter, at least she still had Hao by her side.
As long as Hao was there, it would be fine.
He Qianhui hung her freshly washed underwear directly in the bathroom.
Even though the red stains had been washed away, it seemed like they were still visible.
Taking the chance while Liu Gang was in the bedroom, He Qianhui took her phone and sent a message to Zhang Hao.
"Didn’t take this time, keep pressing on."
Zhang Hao, who was working at the hospital, was shocked when he received the message from his sister-in-law.
He thought that this time, by shooting straight inside, his sister-in-law would definitely get pregnant.
But it hadn’t succeeded.
Yet, thinking that he could try again with his sister-in-law made Zhang Hao’s heart itch.
Just as he put down his phone, he looked up to see a nurse headed toward him.
The nurse, clenching her hand, came straight up to Zhang Hao.
"Doctor Zhang, could you help me bandage this, please?"
Zhang Hao saw clearly that it was Zhao Qing.
"Nurse Zhao, what happened to your hand?"
"I was opening an ampoule and accidentally cut myself."
Seeing that the cut on her finger was deep, Zhang Hao immediately took her to the treatment room.
First he checked for glass shards in the wound, then flushed it with hydrogen peroxide.
Finally, he disinfected the area around the wound with iodine and wrapped it in a light, breathable gauze.
The fingers, which were once white as scallions, now looked like plump radishes under the gauze.
"How could you be so careless? You’ve been working at this hospital for a long time, you should be skilled at opening ampoules by now."
"I was in a bad mood when I came to work today. I got distracted while doing it and hurt myself by accident," Zhao Qing said.
"What’s wrong? Did you have a fight?" Zhang Hao asked.
Zhao Qing suddenly looked up, shaking her head helplessly at Zhang Hao: "I won’t bother you with our spousal affairs."
"Anyway, it’s just a tiff. We might make up at the foot of the bed, and he might apologize to me tonight."
After treating the wound, Zhao Qing continued with her duties, and Zhang Hao didn’t dwell on it.
Returning to his seat, he was replying to a message from his sister-in-law when suddenly, a commotion came from the corridor.
"Zhao Qing, I like you so much, I always accommodate you, and you still go out to find other men."
"How is it that I can’t satisfy you?"
Zhang Hao heard the voice and immediately ran out of the office, just in time to see a clipboard falling from the sky, landing at his feet.
Zhang Hao bent down to pick it up and saw the man grabbing a vase from the nurse’s station to hurl at Zhao Qing.
Zhang Hao stepped forward to intervene, and the vase smashed hard into his back.
"Doctor Zhang, are you okay?" Zhao Qing asked urgently, while also angrily looking at her husband.
"He Chao, that’s enough. I don’t want to air our dirty laundry, don’t push me."
The man removed his glasses, his angry eyes looking like they were about to shoot fire.
"Dirty laundry? What dirty laundry? Is it those videos of you without a stitch on? Or is it the suggestive voice messages you’ve exchanged with those men? Don’t think for a second I don’t know about the unsavory things you’ve done behind my back with so many men."
Zhang Hao turned around, enduring the pain in his back, and looked at the man.
"Sir, this is a hospital. Please don’t make a scene here, as it affects the patients’ rest and treatment."
When He Chao approached Zhang Hao, he found himself a head shorter.
With Zhang Hao’s towering height of over 1.8 meters and his impressive appearance, he was akin to a male model on the runway.
He Chao, only 1.75 meters tall, indeed appeared shorter in comparison.
"What’s your relationship with my wife, huh? Tell me, do you also want to sleep with her? I’m telling you, she’s like a public bus—eager to try anyone who’s got something big."
Behind him, Zhao Qing’s cries of pain could be heard, and Zhang Hao knew that for a grown man to describe a woman with such vulgar language...
...was not so much about the woman herself as it was about wanting to sling mud at Zhao Qing.
"Sir, Miss Zhao is your wife. Is it appropriate for you to talk about her like this?"
"It’s none of your business. I’ve come here today to let everyone know how cheap she is!"
With those words, He Chao took out his phone and played a video lasting over ten minutes for everyone to see.
The woman in the video was naked on a hotel bed, her hands and feet bound with toy handcuffs.
And there was a man in the frame as well, but he had a mask on, revealing only his eyes, nose, and mouth.
He too was completely nude.
"Look at this, everyone, this is the woman, your colleague. She’s been playing around with other men. Can you believe it?"
He Chao was like a mad dog, lashing out at anyone he saw, desperately wanting to expose his wife’s secrets.
Zhang Hao grabbed his phone and took a careful look.
The video quality was so blurry; it must have been from years ago.
"The woman on the bed has such a large bust, but look at Nurse Zhao, it doesn’t seem to match, right?"
"Nurse Zhao’s hair is black, whereas the hair in this video is orangeish-red. It’s obviously not the same person."
He Chao, unconvinced, took back his phone and looked closely again.
But then he realized that what Zhang Hao said made some sense.
"If that’s not my wife, then who is she?"
Zhang Hao took out his own phone, opened a website, and typed in a keyword.
As everyone waited for it to load, breathless with anticipation, not a soul dared to make a sound.
When the page finally loaded, it turned out to be a romance action movie from a neighboring country.
"With modern technology being so advanced, some people choose not to use it for good, instead opting to harm others. Just look at this, it’s obviously an AI deepfake."
"But there’s not just this video, there are many more. Look at these, all of them are..."
However, after Zhang Hao’s scrutiny, it was clear that the appearance of Zhao Qing in those video frames had all been fabricated through AI deepfakes.
Suddenly, Zhang Hao confronted He Chao, demanding to know how he got those videos.
And where did he get those videos from?
He Chao’s eyes dodged, "Even if these videos are fake, surely these voice messages can’t be fake as well, listen."
He Chao played the saved voice recordings, which at first sounded remarkably similar to He Qing’s voice.
But Zhang Hao felt there was still a slight difference.
If AI can change faces, changing a voice is nothing surprising.
"I think you should go find the person who sent you these videos and see what his motives are. Or are you being a thief in charge of the treasury?"
"What thief in charge of the treasury? Who are you exactly? What’s it to you what I do with my wife?"
"It’s none of my business, but as an ordinary citizen, I have the right to stop a violent incident from happening."
Before he had finished speaking, Zhao Qing, who had been standing behind Zhang Hao, suddenly stepped forward.
At some point, she had wiped away all her tears. Although her makeup was smudged, one could still see she was beautiful.
