Xiangjiang at night was even more dazzling than during the day.
Towering buildings crowded the sky, and the bustling commercial streets with their glittering neon lights dazzled and overwhelmed the eye.
Those streets resembled colorful silk ribbons winding between the high-rises.
Pedestrians strolling the streets no longer hurried as they had during the day; they seemed much more at leisure.
Deliberately avoiding the crowded commercial thoroughfares, Chen Hai drove his car, with Gong Yuxin as his passenger, neither too quickly nor too slowly, through the stream of traffic on the main road.
Forty meters behind them was a speeding Toyota.
"Who would have thought, that Mrs. Gong, on hearing about her husband's mishap, would rush to a hotel to meet up with her young lover?"
"In the hotel room, they stayed holed up for hours, and when they emerged, they were brazenly affectionate, hugging and holding each other."
