Episode 62:
The Flight Attendant Found Dissolved in Her Millionaire Boyfriend’s Bathtub..WHY?

Reporters swarm a glamorous mansion in Hong Kong. Amid the camera flashes, a bizarre scene unfolds: beneath a covered bathtub, smoke and a terrible stench leak into the air. Inside, investigators find leg bones, ribs, fingers, even a skull.

A man frantically shouts at the police: "That's just a goldfish and a rabbit! Oh, and a dog too. It's nothing serious!"

Chuk Po Hong Tsuen is far from the Hong Kong of neon skylines — a remote village surrounded by mountains, home to a three-story villa that felt entirely out of place with its surroundings.

The Smell Through the Drain

A quiet Australian pastor couple lived on the first floor. Upstairs, renting both remaining floors, was 33-year-old Huang Dawei — a man who drove a Mercedes, dressed head to toe in designer clothes, and brought a different woman home most nights. In May 1989, a chemical stench began seeping up through the pastor's bathroom drain, followed by a backup of dark red liquid mixed with grotesque chunks of flesh.

A woman introducing herself as Huang's girlfriend apologized, blaming a dead pet goldfish. When the smell only worsened, Huang himself appeared, now blaming a dead rabbit. The pastor couple, already wary of their upstairs neighbor, suspected something far worse — in late-1980s Hong Kong, then a hub of Asian drug trafficking, secluded mansions rented by wealthy, unemployed young men were a familiar cover for drug labs. They called the police.

Behind the Bathroom Door

Officers forced their way into a mansion littered with party debris and unidentified white powder. A search of the second floor found nothing — until they reached a tightly sealed bathroom. Just as they moved to open it, Huang Dawei and a woman, Yu Wuling, came down from the third floor, insisting they simply hadn't heard the officers over running water while brushing their teeth.

Pushing past them, police forced the door open to an overwhelming chemical stench. A heavy metal cargo box sat atop the bathtub, wrapped beneath in layers of white cloth. Inside was not water, but sulfuric acid — and as officers scraped the bottom, a corroded leg bone came up, followed by a pelvis, spine, ribs, and finally a shattered skull. Huang insisted it was all animal remains. An autopsy confirmed it was an adult woman, with a 13-centimeter hole near her right ear from a blunt-force blow that was almost certainly the cause of death.

A Fortune, Then a Debt

With most identifying features dissolved, the case seemed stuck — until a mother called police, recognizing the mansion from a photo her missing daughter had shown her, claiming it belonged to her boyfriend. A surviving fingertip yielded a fingerprint match: 28-year-old flight attendant Wong Tze Kwan.

Huang Dawei had once been an ordinary US resident in New Jersey. When his mother's cancer treatment drained the family's finances, they returned to Hong Kong, where both his parents died in succession — leaving him roughly $2 million in inheritance and insurance money, and no reason left to work. He burned through it fast on host bars, drugs, and illegal gambling. When his sister introduced him to Wong Tze Kwan, a flight attendant who saved obsessively — even reusing hotel and airline amenities to avoid buying cosmetics — he saw not a partner, but a fresh source of cash, and played the perfect fiancé until she'd handed over her entire $46,000 in savings under the promise of marriage.

The Letter He Read as a Debt Collection Notice

Broke again, Huang used her money to court another woman, Yu Wuling, an employee at the gambling den he frequented. When Wong Tze Kwan discovered the affair, she couldn't bring herself to leave him outright — instead sending a letter offering to forgive the entire $46,000 debt if he simply chose her over the other woman. Huang fixated on one word in that heartbroken plea: debt. Rather than repay her, he decided to have her killed, and rather than do it himself, he manipulated Yu Wuling's jealousy into doing it for him.

In the early hours of May 6th, at Huang's instruction, Yu Wuling called Wong Tze Kwan and taunted her about their date the night before, funded by her own money. Enraged, Wong Tze Kwan rushed to the mansion, and a violent fight broke out between the two women — while Huang egged Yu Wuling on and pressed a hammer into her hand. She struck Wong Tze Kwan's skull until she died on the spot. Huang searched the body for her wallet and credit cards, ordered a large quantity of sulfuric acid, and the pair fabricated an alibi — Yu Wuling calling in sick on Wong Tze Kwan's behalf, even sending a birthday flower basket to her family in her name, before dissolving her body in the tub.

Final Thoughts

At trial in 1991, with no physical evidence tying either suspect to the hammer inside a sealed apartment, the case rested on their statements. Huang claimed total ignorance, insisting Yu Wuling acted alone out of jealousy — and blamed his failure to notice a house filled with sulfuric acid fumes on a nose destroyed by drug use, a claim with no medical backing that the court accepted anyway. He was acquitted of both murder and desecrating a corpse. Yu Wuling, who took full blame to protect him, received two years for manslaughter.

Prosecutors suspected coordination and secretly wiretapped a pre-trial meeting between the two, expecting to catch coercion. Instead they heard something else entirely — proof that Yu Wuling's devotion, not fear, had driven her confession. Huang repaid it by seducing her own sister during prison visits, then marrying a social worker who'd volunteered to cut inmates' hair, and abandoning her the moment he was free and his next business was profitable. Wong Tze Kwan lost her savings and her life; Yu Wuling lost hers protecting the man who orchestrated it. To Huang Dawei, every woman who trusted him was simply something to use until it stopped being useful.