The slipper in her hand relentlessly came down, “I should just beat you to death today, you disgraceful piece of trash!”
“Help! Somebody, please… help me!”
Now there were two domestic violence scenes, and both were quite thrilling. Cheyenne was momentarily unsure of which one to watch.
Of course, this minor dilemma couldn’t stymie her cleverness, as she immediately pulled out her phone.
“If you encounter something, don’t panic, open Instagram… and record it.”
Sean hesitated to speak for a long time, afraid that his voice might accidentally disturb her.
After she finished recording, as she was busy selecting music, he cautiously ventured over to voice his curiosity, “Sis, are you recording this to find some clues?”
Cheyenne was still selecting music, but since she generally disliked wasting time listening to songs, she found herself in a bit of a quandary.
Without raising her head, she replied, “No, I’m recording this for your brother-in-law who’s away on a business trip.”
Having said that, Cheyenne quickly saved the video to her album, then sent it to Kelvin via Line. After finishing, she smiled and revealed two adorable teeth.
“Some things are better shown than said a thousand times. Education comes from practice… you’ll understand later.”
In the capital.
Kelvin’s flight arrived around noon today. As soon as he left the airport, he turned off the “flight mode” he had set up in order to check in with his wife.
He was elated to see the two messages from Cheyenne, thinking she was concerned about his safety.
However, upon opening them, he found two videos along with a curious burst of noisy music that made his phone almost slip from his hands.
The capital airport was bustling with people, and passersby looked over upon hearing the outdated and tacky song, displaying a variety of expressions – shock, dumbfoundedness, secretive amusement, open mockery…
The man, impeccably dressed in a refined pair of handmade leather shoes, stood awkwardly in place.
The capital was much colder than Akloit; it was already October, and people had started wearing down jackets.
But ever since Kelvin had fallen in love with Cheyenne and began to pay attention to his appearance, especially knowing his wife was a stickler for looks.
Who says that only women should beautify themselves for the pleasure of others?
When a man wants to court a woman, he also pays extra attention to his appearance. Therefore, despite Cheyenne’s warning about the cold, Mr. Foley, always a man of style, had chosen a black overcoat.
This coat was bought by Cheyenne and suited him perfectly, the fabric crisp and smart, making him look remarkably distinguished, like an elegant gentleman stepping out of a Western court.
However, the music playing on the gentleman’s phone just now was the outdated and tacky song,
At this moment, a few post-00s adolescents, dressed in outfits less prepared for the cold, approached. They were wearing ripped jeans, chewing gum, and had a girl with dyed hair in their arms, all of them mooning over Kelvin, captivated by his mature and captivating face.
From the intimacy of the two, it’s not difficult to guess that they should be in a romantic relationship. When the boy saw his girlfriend acting infatuated with another man, he felt jealous.
So when they passed by Kelvin, the arrogant young man deliberately sized him up, secretly estimating that Kelvin must be a middle-aged man over thirty.
While he himself was still young, only seventeen years old this year, which was his advantage.
He wanted to beat up the latter to show his girlfriend his strength, but things turned out the other way.
Upon approaching the older man, the natural aura of dominance and pressure emanating from him instantly reminded the boy of his stern father.
He hesitated, opting for the second option, and forcefully covered his girlfriend’s eyes, grumbling in her ear without a good mood.
“What are you looking at? Where’s the charm in that outdated and cheesy old dude compared to me?”
With one hand holding a suitcase and the other a phone, and a pigeon-patterned scarf draped over his arm, Kelvin was about to check the message his wife had sent him.
However, he was suddenly accosted by the boy’s insults, his face darkening instantly.
Angry!
Not because he was unjustly insulted, but because the phrase “outdated and cheesy old dude” struck a chord with Mr. Foley’s heart.
Old?
He hurriedly took a selfie on his phone, reluctantly admitting that he had acquired another wrinkle compared to his self from five years ago.
But honestly, among people of the same age, there were really not many who could maintain themselves as well as he could at thirty-three.
“Does Cheyenne also think I’m old?”
Thinking of this, Kelvin felt a bit disheartened.
There was an eight or nine years’ age gap between him and his wife, so in order not to be discriminated against in the future, Mr. Foley had decided to intensify his training after returning.
For now, he had to quickly reply to his wife’s message, otherwise she would be mad again.
Opening Line and finding Cheyenne, Kelvin also noticed the two videos she had sent. It wasn’t to ask if he had arrived safely, but two videos.
With past experience, he quickly turned down the volume on his phone before opening the videos.
As soon as he did, the scene was more sensational than a TV drama.
It seemed to be in a forest, where a plump old woman was sitting on top of a man while another couple was chasing each other with shoes in hand.
“This…”
It was the first time Kelvin had witnessed a domestic violence scene, and he was at a loss for words. He was very relieved that Cheyenne was not like those coarse and brutal women in the video.
Nor was she, because if she got angry, it would be scarier than the scene of domestic violence, as his delicate and tender wife would choose to cold-shoulder him.
He was more afraid of the cold shoulder than the violence.
[Where are you?]
Cheyenne didn’t expect him to reply to her message so quickly, and she turned her attention away from the video that she was enjoying.
[Have you arrived in the capital?]
[Yes.]
Perhaps thinking that just replying with one word would make her feel like he was brushing her off, Kelvin sent her a voice message.
[I just got off the plane and I’m still at the airport, I was going to call you, my baby, to let you know I was safe, and then I saw what you sent. What was that?]
It was very noisy around him, so Cheyenne had to hold the phone close to her ear to listen.
The man’s deep voice flowed out of the phone, and she had a strange feeling that he was talking next to her ear.
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