A Billion Dollar Exchange

Jin Yue did not wake Xin Yong up the next morning. The previous night must have worn her out; he could not even remember how many times they did it. He watched her as she lay naked on the bed, her chest rising and falling evenly.

 He had an abnormally pleasant feeling that morning, he couldn't really figure out why.

Was it because she had been very submissive the night before?

An evil grin appeared on his lips as he remembered the events of the previous night.

After dressing up for work, he returned to the bed and gave her a lasting peck on her lips before leaving for work.

 During the board meetings, he was smiling a bit too much, which got the board members wondering what had gone wrong with him. After the meeting, he quickly dialed her number to know if she had gone to the company.

Xin Yong cut the call and sent a text over, saying that she was busy at that moment and that she would call him when she was through.

Jin Yue sulked when he saw the text; he really wanted to hear her voice, all the same, he put the phone away and decided to concentrate on work, although his mind could not leave the events of the previous night.

''Boss, you have a delivery.''

The secretary knocked briefly before pushing open the door. He walked over to Jin Yue's office table, holding a little box.

''Leave it there.''

Jin Yue ordered, waving his secretary off. He didn't order anything; he wondered what was inside the sealed delivery.

After a few minutes, he received an anonymous email. Frowning a bit, he clicked open the email.

'Have you received the package yet? I'm sure you wouldn't wait to see what your wife had been up to.'

Jin Yue felt a cold shudder wash over his skin, the hand holding the mouse shook lightly. His eyes instantly fell on the package on the table.

'What his wife had been up to?'

There was no way in hell he would suspect Xin Yong of… no he was not going to think about that.

She could not possibly…

The more he thought about it, the more his heart raced. He felt goose bumps on his skin and he immediately picked up the package.

As he held it in his hands, he was torn between two decisions.

If he opened the package and what was in there…

 That would mean that he would not be able to see her again?

How would he be able to live without her? She had become so important to him that he thought about her every minute they were apart. He was clearly obsessed about her; he would die if she left him.

 But again, he wanted to know what was in there, he knew that she could never do anything that would hurt him, he knew that she loved him but he could not still help being anxious.

Any right thinking person would…

Jin Yue stared at the package for a while, although he was not suspecting her of anything, he wanted to know what would make someone so confident to send such message and package.

After some hesitation, he quickly tore off the package wraps.

There was an envelope inside it, Jin Yue's heart beat heavily against his chest with every move he made. He was visibly shaking.

Opening the envelope, Jin Yue took out what felt like photos__ No they were indeed photos.

The first image that came to view was Xin Yong's.

She was putting on the dress from yesterday and holding a tie… there was someone beside her, a man.

Jin Yue felt something stuck on his throat; he suddenly found it hard to breath.

The man had his hand around her waist; she was smiling brightly as they stared at the neck tie on her hand.

It took Jin Yue over ten minutes to realize that he was not dreaming. Putting himself together, he took a look at the second photo.

The second was worse off than the first; the man was staring at her intently as she looked down on her dress, her face a tint of red. They were sitting very close to each other, Jin Yue didn't know what he told her, but it was obvious that she loved it.

He felt stings of tears on his eyes as he stared at the picture. He could swear that Xin Yong would never cheat on him.

But what was this? Why was she so close to another man?

The last picture destroyed the remaining hope he had.

The man was touching her lips with a serviette, as though he was wiping something off her lips.

At this point Jin Yue could not take it anymore, he felt his brain banging against his skull and his heart struggling to escape from his chest. The pictures in his hand got so heavy that he could not hold onto them any longer, he immediately slumped to the floor.

''Sweet…No, no…''

Jin Yue couldn't really place what he was thinking at that moment. He pinched his thigh so hard to be sure that he was not dreaming.