Jeff arrived at The Metropolitan Hotel.
"Sir, your takeout has arrived."
Jeff, dressed in his delivery uniform, knocked on the hotel room door.
"Coming!"
The door opened, and Jeff froze the moment he saw the people inside.
He didn't recognize the man who answered.
But behind him stood a woman in a bathrobe, her alluring figure unmistakable—it was Jeff's wife, Emily Harper!
Bang!
The takeout bag in Jeff's right hand dropped straight to the floor.
Just moments earlier, Jeff had been puzzled about who would order takeout to a five-star hotel.
Guests here rarely bothered with delivery, and even when they did, the hotel typically restricted it to the lobby.
This order, however, had somehow allowed delivery straight to the room.
Who could have guessed that this delivery would lead Jeff to catch his own wife in a hotel room with another man?
Seeing the food hit the ground, the stranger scowled.
He opened his mouth to curse, but then Emily cried out from inside:
"Honey! You... why are you here?"
The man paused, then looked Jeff up and down.
Jeff had an average build, decent looks, and wore the bright yellow uniform of Swift Delivery.
The stranger laughed. "Emily, so your useless husband is just a delivery guy. Heh, if I'd known, I would've ordered room service instead of bothering with takeout."
He had slept with another man's wife and been caught red-handed by the husband—yet he showed no trace of panic.
Because he knew exactly who Jeff was: a live-in son-in-law.
In the Harper family, Jeff's status was lower than a dog's.
Jeff stared at Emily, rage burning in his eyes.
"Emily Harper, I've lived as a son-in-law in your family for three years. I cook three meals a day, clean up after your dogs, feed the cats—I never once complained about the work. I've treated you with nothing but respect!"
"In all that time, you've never even let me hold your hand. I always believed you were a woman of principle. But today I find you here with another man! Why would you do this?!"
Emily, fair-skinned and beautiful, looked startled for only a second before her expression turned arrogant.
She stepped to the doorway and sneered. "Why? Can't you see for yourself? Just look in a mirror. You're wearing a delivery uniform! You're nothing but delivery trash!"
"Do you even know who he is? He's Ryan Caldwell, CEO of an investment firm and the young master of the Caldwell family—one of Yunzhou's top-tier families. Their assets are worth nearly ten billion!"
Jeff sneered. "So it's all about money. Because I'm not rich enough..."
Ryan nodded smugly. "Exactly. You're not as rich as me, kid. Don't be bitter—with money, you can have whatever you want."
He glanced at the spilled takeout on the floor and added, "Normally, since you dropped my braised chicken pot, I'd file a complaint right away. But for Emily's husband's sake, if you kneel down and apologize, I'll give you a five-star rating. How's that sound?"
Smirking, Ryan casually pulled Emily into his arms.
Jeff expected her to push him away, but instead she said, "Apologize to Mr. Caldwell. He's not someone you can afford to offend."
Jeff's fury surged. You adulterous scum!
I catch you in the act, and instead of apologizing to me, you demand I apologize to you?
Just because you're rich?
Just because you're rich?!
Jeff clenched his right fist—he wanted to beat this animal senseless.
But the moment he took a step forward, Ryan flinched and retreated three steps.
Emily immediately stepped in front of him and shouted, "Jeff! Look at how pathetic you are. Do you really think you're worthy of stepping into a five-star hotel room? Get out! Or I'll call security!"
Jeff stared at Emily, slowly unclenched his fist, and said quietly, "Emily Harper, I hope you never live to regret this."
With that, he turned and walked away.
Emily watched his retreating figure and called after him, "My biggest regret is ever marrying a trash husband like you!"
Her voice, sweet as a songbird, echoed down the hotel corridor—growing fainter in the distance, yet heavier and heavier in Jeff's heart.
As he stepped out of the hotel and climbed onto the company motorcycle, his phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, Swift Delivery."
Jeff answered with practiced professionalism.
An elderly voice came through the line:
"Third Young Master, your three-year tempering as a live-in son-in-law in the Harper family officially ends today."
"The next phase is business experience. The Old Master has already acquired Horizon Group and arranged for you to take the position of chairman."
"Okay, I understand," Jeff replied calmly.
Anyone else would have gone wild with joy at the thought of jumping from delivery driver to chairman overnight.
But Jeff remained completely composed.
The voice continued, "The Old Master also wants to know how things stand with the Young Madam. Should we formally bring her into the family and name her as one of the heirs?"
Jeff gave a cold laugh. "Let Emily Harper inherit the family's hundreds of billions? Heh, no need. She doesn't deserve it."
With that, he hung up, twisted the throttle, and roared off into the busy streets.