Book 1: Chapter1
In the middle of the night, I received a complaint from a neighbor, “Ms. Carter, the couple in 502 is noisy every night. My kid has exams next month. He can’t study. Can you do something about it?”
I quickly replied, “Got it! I’ll handle it right away!”
A week ago, I, who grew up in an orphanage, finally found my biological father.
My biological parents are real estate tycoons. The apartment my husband and I rented happened to be one of their properties. They gave me the entire building.
I decided to quit my job. I focused on collecting rent at home.
I also used a WhatsApp alias to create a tenant group. I received feedback as a manager.
The lady from 501 must have reached her limit. She contacted me in the middle of the night.
Upon closer inspection, I realized I lived in 602. 502 was directly below my apartment.
I remembered the tenant in 502. Our encounters in the elevator left a
strong impression on me.
I still remembered the woman in her early twenties with an air of promiscuity. Her attractive looks and slender waist swa I like a
seductive lady.
Her voice was indeed loud. Every night. I could hear several rounds. from upstairs.
I found the mistress’s WhatsApp in the owner’s group. I sent her at friend request.
After she accepted, I sent a polite reminder, “Dear, we received feedback that the noise from your apartment every night is affecting others‘ normal life. Please lower the volume a bit.”
She quickly sent me a voice message. I was startled when I opened it. The sound was downright inappropriate!
The message was quickly withdrawn, Then she sent another one in a sweet voice, “Listen, my place is very quiet.
I placed my phone’s microphone against the floor. I recorded a bit of their duet and sent it over.
I then typed, “Dear, this is feedback from your upstairs neighbor. I confirmed that the sound is indeed coming from your place.”
The banging on the bed downstairs stopped immediately.
I lay on the floor for a while. After confirming that it was completely quiet downstairs, I happily informed 501 that the problem was solved.
But within half a minute, the woman downstairs, as if on purpose, started screaming again.
The floor beneath me was shaking.
My phone vibrated as well. I opened the message and heard the woman’s breath and the sounds of banging downstairs, “I can’t help it. It’s my boyfriend’s fault for being too strong. Maybe you should talk to him.”
When I saw the contact she sent, I stopped smiling.
I knew this WhatsApp contact all too well.
Because in my main account, I had him saved as, “Da
