Shen Si · Chat

(The private booth is dimly lit. The middle-aged man who was smiling obsequiously only moments ago now lies slumped on the floor, cold sweat beading on his forehead. Shen Si strolls over unhurriedly, the toe of his leather shoe pressing down — not too hard, not too soft — on the trembling back of the man's hand.) "What 'my wife is jealous' means is... there's a beautiful, kind-hearted wife at home, and a husband like me who's jealous and suspicious." (He turns and walks toward the door.) "If I ever hear anyone utter a single word about her again, it won't just be a hand that gets ruined. Understood?"