The Revenge of a Genius Doctor

Chapter 2: A Drunken Stranger in His Own Home

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The door opened, and in walked a beautiful woman—Su Rou.

Standing over 1.7 meters tall, she appeared elegant and alluring, with long, wavy black hair that cascaded down her shoulders. Her figure was healthy and graceful, with delicate features that seemed sculpted by an artist. She was known as the most beautiful woman in Jiangdong City.

Her long legs, clad in stockings, and high-heeled sandals completed the picture of an exquisite, mature woman.

"Ugh, it smells like alcohol in here," Su Rou muttered with displeasure as she caught the overwhelming scent of booze. She frowned deeply, slipped off her shoes, and stepped into the room. Passing the entrance, she saw her husband, Fang Hao, sitting amidst a cloud of smoke and empty bottles, drinking and smoking heavily.

Her brows knitted in frustration as she quickly opened the door to the living room and the balcony window, allowing fresh air to circulate.

"What’s going on with you, Fang Hao?" she asked, clearly upset. "You didn’t answer your phone or reply to my messages. I called your workplace, and they said you left. Now here you are, drinking and smoking yourself into a stupor. What’s gotten into you?"

Her eyes landed on the table, where three bottles of strong liquor lay empty, along with an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts. The sight was alarming.

Su Rou reached out to take the glass from Fang Hao, but he grabbed her wrist so tightly that she yelped in pain.

"Ow! Why are you squeezing me so hard? You’re hurting me! Let go! You’re drunk—just go lie down and rest."

"No! I’m not drunk! I can still drink!" Fang Hao shouted.

"Fine, fine! You can still drink. But at least let go of me, okay?"

Su Rou rolled her eyes helplessly. Her husband had downed three bottles of liquor, yet he still insisted he wasn’t drunk. Only a drunk man would say such a thing!

"Su Rou, do you love me?" Fang Hao demanded.

"Let me go first, and then I’ll tell you," she replied.

"No, I need you to tell me right now! Do you love me?"

Fang Hao yanked her closer, causing her to lose her balance and fall into his lap. She was now sitting directly on top of him.

"I love you," she said, trying to placate him. "Now will you let me go? How about I kiss you, and then you let me go?"

Su Rou leaned in to kiss him, thinking that her usual tactic of using affection to win him over would work, as it had countless times before. Over the past three years, this method had never failed to charm him.

But this time, Fang Hao pushed her away, muttering the word, "Disgusting."

She was taken aback, assuming he meant the smell of alcohol on his breath was disgusting.

"You’re lying. You don’t love me. You never loved me!" Fang Hao shouted.

Su Rou froze, shocked by the outburst. Staring into her husband’s wide, intense eyes, and his handsome yet furious face, she hesitated. Then, her expression softened as her brows arched in concern. "Silly man, I’m your wife. How could I not love you? If I didn’t love you, who would I love?"

"You love someone else! You think I’m a fool! You’ve never loved me—not once," Fang Hao continued shouting.

Once again, Su Rou paused, realizing that the alcohol had gotten the best of him. His flushed neck was a sure sign that the liquor was speaking now.

She cupped Fang Hao’s handsome face in her hands as if caressing a delicate piece of art. Su Rou was a stunning woman herself, but sometimes she couldn’t help but feel that her husband’s face was just as perfect, radiating masculine beauty.

Softly, she said, "Silly man, I’m your wife. How could I possibly love anyone else? I love you and only you! I married you, didn’t I? I gave you children. How could you say I don’t love you? That’s impossible."

Su Rou leaned in for another kiss, but Fang Hao shoved her away again. This time, however, she pressed her body against his, using her weight to overpower him. As he turned his head away, she kissed his cheek, his earlobe, and his neck.

This ignited a spark in Fang Hao, and in a fit of raw emotion, he roughly pinned her against the dining table, moving aggressively.

"You’re a slut, that’s what you are! A filthy slut!"

...

When Fang Hao opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in bed. A powerful dryness filled his mouth, and his head pounded with a splitting headache.

*Mendao Donkey,* he thought bitterly. The alcohol had really hit him hard—too strong for his liking. Fang Hao recognized the familiar symptoms of a hangover, and it took him quite a while to feel somewhat normal again.

He made his way to the living room, where he saw his wife, Su Rou, half-crouched on the floor, scrubbing the tiles. Her captivating figure caught his eye, making his mouth feel even drier. She hummed a little tune, clearly in a good mood. When she felt his gaze, she turned around and blushed, seeing Fang Hao standing there, completely naked, saluting her in more ways than one.

"Hey, you’re awake. You drank so much last night. You must be feeling terrible now," Su Rou said, her face flushed. She stood up quickly, a bit embarrassed, and continued, "I made you some hangover tea. Come on, drink it."

She grabbed the tea she had prepared on the coffee table and, when Fang Hao didn’t reach for it, she held it up to his lips and gently fed it to him.

Lowering her eyes, she noticed his "salute" still going strong. With a soft giggle, she said, "Didn’t I take care of you last night? Go take a cold shower, it’ll help you cool down."

Su Rou guided him into the bathroom and began running cold water. The shock of the cool water brought Fang Hao back to his senses.

"You can leave now. I can manage by myself," he said, signaling for her to go.

Standing under the stream of cold water, Fang Hao’s head began to clear, but his heart grew heavier. He had slept with the very woman who had humiliated him by cheating, the one who had put that green hat on his head. The thought filled him with disgust. How could he have allowed this to happen again?

What was this mess? How could he ever untangle himself from it? Could they still get divorced after all this?

Just a moment ago, she had been scrubbing the floor, doing laundry, and making him hangover tea, taking care of him in ways she never had before. What was going on with her? Was she feeling guilty?

*Hmph,* he thought bitterly. Did she think that by doing all this, she could somehow erase the fact that she had deceived him?

Anger welled up in Fang Hao again, and he clenched his fists tightly. A clear voice echoed in his mind: *I need to find that bastard, and then I’m getting a divorce!*

"That scumbag must think he's really clever, humiliating me on my wedding day like that. You might have hidden the truth from me for four years, but you won't keep it from me forever. I will find you, and I will return this humiliation tenfold! Otherwise, I, Fang Hao, don’t deserve to call myself a man!"

The cold water continued to run over him as Fang Hao forced himself to calm down and plan his next steps.

"Sweetie, are you okay in there? Don’t stay in the cold water too long, you’ll catch a cold," Su Rou called out as she pushed open the bathroom door. She saw Fang Hao standing there, motionless, and assumed he was still disoriented from the hangover. She stepped in to turn off the water and began drying him off.

"I can do it myself!" Fang Hao snapped, pulling away.

He didn’t want her to touch him. The thought of those hands—the same hands that had touched another man—disgusted him.

"You’re drunk, you can’t even tell up from down, but you can still handle this yourself, huh? I’m your wife. Let me help you—what’s the big deal? Stop being so stubborn!" Su Rou replied, exasperated.