Once inside, he looked at himself in the mirror. Sure enough, the abrasion on his handsome face made his entire visage appear somewhat terrifying.
The dark red of bloodstains against his pale complexion made him look no different from a ghost.
Seeing this, he turned on the faucet and bent down to start washing in the basin.
The washroom was immaculate, as he had a severe case of germophobia. Wang had always kept his house, especially the washroom, spotlessly clean, without even a trace of scent.
But now, as he bent down and scooped up the warm water to wash his face, his nose caught a hint of the fragrance of shampoo.
It was a woman’s shampoo scent, lime-flavored, specially ordered by him because he liked her scent so much. Hence, he had customized all her personal care products like shampoo, perfume, shower gel, and so on.
At that time, he still remembered her confusion, asking why everything had the same scent.
He stared blankly at the water in the basin, unsure, but as he lowered his nose a bit more, he truly smelled it—the distinct scent of lime.
A scent exclusively from the shampoo he had customized for that woman.
Why would the smell of that shampoo linger in the wash basin? When he used to wash her hair in the past, wasn’t it always by carrying her to the bathtub, where she would lie inside and he would wash it for her?
He was puzzled. Lifting his head from the basin, his face yet undried, was dripping with beads of water mingling with red.
What exactly was going on?
He glanced at the wash basin for a long time, then thought of that bottle of shampoo, and his eyes, still dripping, turned towards the spot on the wall cabinet where the shampoo was kept.
As expected, the shampoo bottle, which he always cleaned and stored carefully after use, was now carelessly placed there with a bit of dried gel clinging to its duck-shaped nozzle!
How could this be possible?
Could it be... that someone touched it? Used it?
No, no, no, that’s impossible. Who would dare use his things? Not to mention using them, even a mere touch was taboo in this compound.
Then if it wasn’t someone else, who had tampered with it?
He stood there, fixedly staring at the bottle when suddenly his heart gave a fierce thump, and he rushed out of the washroom and ran outside, shouting, "Sister Wang! Sister Wang!!"
In the next room, Sister Wang was sound asleep with Xiaobao. Suddenly, in a groggy haze, she heard the young master’s loud voice. She startled awake and responded, "I’m here... here, young master, what’s wrong?"
With just that response, the door to the room was opened from the outside: "Who has touched the things in my washroom?"
He came in without preamble, blurting out that question!
Sister Wang wasn’t fully awake yet and was confused by his question: "Nobody has touched them, young master. Who would dare? Your things are all in their proper place."
"Then why is that bottle of shampoo carelessly placed there? And the nozzle hasn’t been cleaned properly?"