The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship
Chapter 38 Unlawful Photography

Chapter 38: Chapter 38 Unlawful Photography

She climbed onto the bed, stood up, and looked up intently at the ceiling.

On Mu Shuoqian’s phone screen, an impeccable face was continuously zooming in, getting closer and closer to him.

He immediately turned off his phone and got up, striding towards her room.

Gu Qili removed a black object the size of a coin from beneath the wall lamp, placing it under the light to reveal a clear, small lens at its center.

A pinhole camera?

Gu Qili’s face changed instantly, a myriad of emotions—shock, anger, embarrassment, disbelief—surging forward.

Clutching the tiny device, she stormed out, only to find the culprit standing right outside the door, leaning against the wall with an arm, one long leg casually bent against the wall behind him, leisurely smoking a cigarette.

As she came out, he leisurely exhaled a puff of smoke, one hand naturally tucked in his pocket, his narrow eyes solemnly gazing at her, handsome and refined.

Gu Qili was momentarily at a loss for words, forgetting her purpose as her gaze involuntarily tangled with his, pulled into a deep vortex.

It took her a while to snap back to reality, her eyes filled with rage.

She stretched her arm forward, spreading her palm in front of him, the evidence laid bare, waiting to see how he would defend himself.

Thinking about her daily life being under his scrutiny all these days, Gu Qili shivered, thankful she didn’t have the habit of walking around naked or sleeping in the nude, otherwise, she would have been completely exposed to him.

The bathroom?

Gu Qili came to the realization with an ’ah’, feeling as if her head was about to explode, she rushed back to the restroom, grabbed a chair, and began a carpet-style search.

Mu Shuoqian leaned lazily at the doorway, conveniently flicking the cigarette ash into the sink, his eyes teasing as he watched her Sherlock Holmes-like searching high and low.

In the end, she found nothing.

Gu Qili let out a sigh of relief, feeling relieved that Mu Shuoqian hadn’t gone so far as to install a camera in the bathroom as well; otherwise, she would have thought he was not mentally sound, seeing that often those who seem upright have psychological issues.

However, this did not affect her determination to accuse him of his foul behavior.

"Mu Shuoqian, why did you install a camera in my bedroom?"

Perverted uncle, eccentric uncle.

Mu Shuoqian had just finished his cigarette, his indifferent eyelids slightly lifted, with a disdainful curl at the corner of his lips, he nonchalantly uttered two words: "Theft prevention."

His home doesn’t even have a safe, the three drawers on his office desk are not locked, and if you were to lift the carpet, you wouldn’t even find fifty cents; yet he had the audacity to say it was for theft prevention.

If he doesn’t have anything valuable, what’s the use of installing a camera, hiding 200 taels of silver here?

To film her?

Pah, she didn’t have such a high opinion of herself.

"Then why didn’t you tell me in advance? Secretly filming a girl’s bedroom is illegal." She glared at him righteously, "It’s voyeurism."

Mu Shuoqian expressionlessly stretched out his arm, and the camera in her palm suddenly ended up in his hand, his long thumb and index finger gently pinched it, and the fragile camera was crushed into scrap metal, flicked by his fingers, that piece of scrap metal dropped into the flushing toilet.

"Now I’m telling you, this camera was broken."

He nonchalantly destroyed the evidence and then told her the camera was broken?????