Shen Wanfu's marriage to Xie Xingcheng is an arrangement — separate lives, one meeting at the license office, no expectations on either side. She still goes to the bar when she is told he has been seen there with his arm around another woman. The man in the booth is not her husband. He is Yi Huaizhong, her husband's nephew, and by the time the misunderstanding has finished being explained a typhoon is coming ashore and neither of them is going anywhere.
Honey, your husband's cheating. Who? Your husband, Xie Xingcheng. I saw him at the bar.
He had his arm around a woman. Get over here now. Got it. Finally here.
Don't do anything rash. Play it cool. Where? Booth on the first floor.
Wait. Though I met her once at the license office, It's just a marriage of convenience. We live separate lives.
That's fine. But okay is one thing. He's really bold. Caught cuddling a woman in public.
That's another. You're a Xie. Yes. Why?
You need me? I'm Shen Wanfu. Auntie. I'm Yi Huaizhong.
You're not Xie Xingzheng. No. Of course not. He's my uncle.
Mr. Xie. Who's he? Stop joking. This is—
This is my aunt. Excuse me. Forget I was here. Auntie.
Let me walk you out. No need. How'd it go? Let's go.
Wrong person. What do you mean? Nothing. Zhou Jie sent it.
Told me to show you. If I'd known earlier... The woman in the photo is Xie Xingzheng's wife.
I'd never dream of bringing it to him. Acheng, call the Xies.
Tell Xi Huaizhu to get to Gangcheng. A typhoon's coming ashore, so we might not finish the show and head straight home.
No matter. Even without the typhoon, I can't leave yet anyway. Miss, want me to chase them?
Sen, hit the gas. Ram them.