He went to his study and opened his laptop. In his inbox was the file from Qin Chen on “Wen Xi.” He’d gone over it several times. Every picture, every word, painted the woman as a vain, materialistic gold-digger. There were even nude photos of her with several men at what looked like nightclubs… The man’s jaw clenched, the memory of last night’s loss of control only fueling his anger at himself. H