My Ex Who Dumped Me Comes to Hook Me Up Every Day - Chapter 5

Jiang Yuhuai had already reviewed Jin Zhou’s recent records.

The law firm’s top-tier star lawyer, with a nine-out-of-ten win rate.

In court, facing the judge, she argued with reason and logic, pinpointing the case’s crucial points with just a few words, leaving the defendant’s counsel speechless.

Whether the defendant was a husband who had transferred assets during the marriage or a cruel and abusive father who drove his daughter to suicide,

whenever she took a case, her clients’ interests were always maximally protected.

She was assertive.

And resilient.

Yet now, she was crying over a wicked woman.

Jiang Yuhuai gently wiped the tears from the other woman’s face.

“I’ll prove it to you,” she murmured.

Leaning down, she kissed Jin Zhou from her forehead to her chin.

Finally, she moved to that longed-for place, lightly licking Jin Zhou’s warm, moist lips.

It was a kiss devoid of lust, as cautious and reverent as if she were handling a priceless treasure.

But Jin Zhou wasn’t satisfied.

Her hand moved to the back of Jiang Yuhuai’s head, pulling her closer until she fully invaded that secret space.

Fish played in the pond, butterflies danced among the flowers.

Whether it was the dwindling oxygen or her own overwhelming weakness, the two women finally parted.

A faint, silvery thread of ambiguity lingered between them.

Jiang Yuhuai pressed her forehead against Jin Zhou’s, breathing softly.

“Jin Zhou,” she asked, “do you know who I am?”

Jin Zhou lowered her gaze to Jiang Yuhuai’s lips, her voice slightly distracted. “Yes.”

Jiang Yuhuai lifted Jin Zhou’s head, forcing her to meet her eyes.

Only then did she notice the deepening intensity in Jin Zhou’s gaze, dark as ink. She couldn’t tell if it was lingering, unspent emotion or a stirring, primal desire.

Jiang Yuhuai unconsciously pursed her lips. “Who am I?”

The drunk woman, suddenly mischievous, leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Jiang Yuhuai.”

It was impossible to say who had unbuttoned the first button, or who had first tasted the cotton candy sweetness.

From the moment those three words fell, the air in the room ignited.

Breaths mingled and rose and fell. The already sheer white shirt hung half-open, its delicate fabric revealing the beautiful lines of her body to the air.

Jiang Yuhuai’s body tensed as she stared blankly at the ceiling.

She could barely withstand the tidal wave of trembling pleasure, even though Jin Zhou’s fingers were only lightly tracing seemingly insignificant areas.

In the past six years, Jiang Yuhuai had never been in close contact with anyone.

Self-relief had been her only way to confront her desires.

Last night’s absurdity felt like a clear spring in the desert, quenching the parchedness etched into her soul.

Even her body rejoiced at Jin Zhou’s long-awaited possession.

Now, Jiang Yuhuai’s consciousness was on the verge of surrender.

She wanted only one thing.

Jin Zhou.

To possess her again and again, endlessly, repeatedly—to claim her once more.

Gag!

A sudden interruption shattered the intimate atmosphere.

Jin Zhou vomited.

She collapsed onto the bed, groaning softly as if unwell.

Jiang Yuhuai remained frozen in place.

When Jin Zhou woke up later that day, her luck had run out.

She could clearly feel the heavy toll of consecutive hangovers on her body.

Her head throbbed violently, and her throat felt as dry as if it were about to burst into flames.

Jin Zhou sat up, noticing a glass of water by the bed. She took a few sips, finally feeling a bit better.

She checked her phone—it was already ten o’clock.

The screen showed a missed call from Su Yun.

She casually dialed back.

Su Yun’s boisterous voice erupted from the speaker.

“Hey! Jin Zhou, what the hell are you doing? If you keep your phone on silent all the time, I suggest you just throw it away!”

Silent?

Jin Zhou’s expression turned puzzled.

Come to think of it, she hadn’t heard her alarm go off.

She held the phone away, and the screen clearly displayed “Do Not Disturb” mode.

Jin Zhou pressed her temples. “Sorry, I had a bit too much to drink last night and overslept.”

Su Yun snapped, “Drinking again? Don’t you care about your health?”

Jin Zhou brushed it off. “I know my limits.”

Despite her words, Su Yun guessed Jin Zhou was likely troubled by something again. She sighed, her tone softening.

“Then get some rest. Come over this afternoon.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Jin Zhou closed her eyes to gather her thoughts. Finally, she had the energy to recall the events of the previous night.

She had been drinking alone at home when Jiang Yuhuai inexplicably showed up.

Then she took Jiang Yuhuai in.

After that, Jiang Yuhuai went to take a shower, and Jin Zhou fell asleep.

Jin Zhou lifted her collar to check.

There were no new marks or anything amiss.

Her clothes were perfectly neat.

It seemed Jiang Yuhuai had genuinely just slept peacefully in the guest room.

Jin Zhou got up and opened the door.

The room showed no trace of another person’s presence.

The guest room remained exactly as it had been, as if no one had ever stayed there.

After tidying up and having breakfast, it was almost one o’clock. Jin Zhou arrived at the law firm right on time.

She began by reviewing the general status of her cases, as usual.

Most of her current cases had already passed the final hearings and were now in the enforcement phase.

There was nothing that required special attention.

If she had to single out anything, it was yesterday’s meeting that lingered in her mind.

Jin Zhou tapped her fingers on the stack of client files before finally pulling out Chong Sheng’s.

When Chong Sheng first came to her, she claimed her husband was having an affair, their marriage was beyond repair, and she wanted to file for divorce.

In Jin Zhou’s experience, such cases were far from rare.

Subsequent investigations and evidence gathering confirmed her husband’s infidelity.

Chong Sheng was the epitome of a career woman, working at a multinational corporation with a substantial income.

Her husband, Liu Zhi, was a senior executive at an internet company, earning an annual salary of over a million yuan.

Their household finances were relatively comfortable.

After Chong Sheng resolved to divorce, she repeatedly tried to negotiate with Liu Zhi, but he adamantly refused to agree.

Yet, behind her back, he had been secretly transferring assets: 500,000 yuan, 300,000 yuan, 600,000 yuan—each transfer larger than the last.

Liu Zhi’s methods were crude. With sufficient evidence, the second-instance court could easily recognize these transfers as deliberate attempts to conceal marital assets.

He would then be forced to return every penny during the property division proceedings.

What particularly concerned Jin Zhou was another detail in the case file.

When Chong Sheng married Liu Zhi, she was barely twenty, just reaching the legal marriage age.

Ten years later, they had their first child.

As a mother who had finally conceived after years of trying, Chong Sheng should have cherished her child dearly.

Now that the child had just turned five—a crucial age requiring attentive care—Chong Sheng had remained uncharacteristically silent when Jin Zhou raised the issue of custody.

She didn’t seem to want to fight for custody.

Even knowing that Liu Zhi was completely devoted to his mistress, she didn’t care whether the child would be well-cared for or not.

Had Chong Sheng completely lost hope in this family and was now seeking a life of freedom?

Or—was there some other reason behind this?

Jin Zhou’s intuition told her that Chong Sheng was hiding something from her.

She dialed Chong Sheng’s number, intending to arrange another meeting with her client.

Beep—

The phone rang for a long time before being answered.

But the person who answered wasn’t Chong Sheng herself.

“Hello, are you a friend of Ms. Chong?”

It was an unfamiliar female voice.

Jin Zhou replied politely, “Hello, I’m Ms. Chong’s legal representative.”

“Legal representative?”

The voice on the other end hesitated.

Jin Zhou keenly noticed the rhythmic ticking of medical equipment amidst the background noise.

She frowned. “Has something happened to Ms. Chong?”

“She’s currently hospitalized. We haven’t been able to reach her family. If it’s convenient, could you come here?”

Jin Zhou grabbed her coat, ready to leave. “Please give me the exact location.”

“C City First Hospital, 10th floor of the inpatient ward, Room 05.”

“Alright, I’ll be there right away.”

The nurse led Jin Zhou down the corridor to a room at the far end.

“Are you the patient’s legal representative?”

“Yes.”

The nurse muttered under her breath, “We can’t reach any of her family members, and she’s still unconscious. The hospital bills haven’t been settled yet…”

Family members…

Jin Zhou had barely heard Chong Sheng mention them.

Jin Zhou nodded slightly. “I’ll take care of it later.”

The nurse glanced up at her, seemingly surprised.

Jin Zhou said nothing more.

The nurse, sensing the awkwardness, didn’t press the matter further and pushed open the door to the ward.

“This is it.”

The ward was a standard three-bed room, but the other two beds were unoccupied, leaving Chong Sheng as the sole patient.

Chong Sheng lay quietly in bed, appearing completely normal at first glance, with no visible injuries.

Jin Zhou asked, “Does she have any internal injuries? Why is she still unconscious?”

The nurse shook her head. “It’s not that serious. She just went into shock from the pain.”

Jin Zhou frowned. “Shock—from the pain?”

The human body’s pain threshold is actually much higher than most people imagine.

But what kind of terror would it take to shock someone into unconsciousness?

Seeing Jin Zhou freeze in place, the nurse deftly checked the IV drip and asked, “You don’t know what happened yet, do you?”

Jin Zhou suppressed her rising suspicion. “I haven’t had a chance to find out.”

The nurse jotted down notes on the patient’s chart, her voice tinged with pity.

“The patient was already unconscious when she arrived. Her body was covered in dozens of needle pricks—fingertips, abdomen, scalp. She was literally tortured into unconsciousness.”

Jin Zhou stepped forward and lifted Chong Sheng’s hand. Sure enough, dark bruises mottled her fingertips.

Lifting the hospital gown, she saw countless needle marks, some obvious, others faint, scattered across Chong Sheng’s skin.

The first suspect who sprang to Jin Zhou’s mind was Liu Zhi.

After all, this wasn’t murder.

This was more like intimidation and venting rage.

Stabbing Chong Sheng’s skin with thin, sharp needles and twisting them forcefully.

Then relishing the terror in her eyes, feeding his twisted desires.

And this torture might not have been limited to needle pricks alone.

Perhaps during this time, Chong Sheng had endured countless inhuman tortures, leaving no visible traces.

As a woman herself, Jin Zhou instinctively felt a chill crawl up her spine.