"The traffic police said there was nothing wrong with your brakes, and your dashcam wasn't turned on at the time."

Fu Yanshen's expression turned serious, but he still spoke calmly.

"How could that be?! I stepped on the brakes—" Before I could finish speaking, I suddenly realized something.

I threw off the covers, put my feet on the ground, and glared down at the man sitting in the chair.

"So, you think I hit her on purpose, don't you?!" I almost roared at him.

No wonder he hasn't come to see me once in the past few hours; he's convinced that I've deliberately hurt his precious darling again.

Memories of my past life surged up, along with the times Shi Xia had wronged me, like a raging fire burning my heart, causing unbearable pain and making me even angrier.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, lie down and talk." Fu Yanshen stood up and ordered me in a deep voice.

I tilted my head back and glared at him intently. "Fu Yanshen, after so many years of marriage, is Sheng Qiaoqiao really that bad in your eyes, so bad that she would disregard human life?!"

I yelled hysterically at him, which was also a way of questioning my past self.

Am I really that worthless in his eyes?

At this moment, my head was spinning even more, my whole body was weak, and Fu Yanshen in front of me kept spinning.

"vomit--"

A wave of nausea surged up, and before I could cover my mouth, I pressed my face against Fu Yanshen's chest and vomited with a "whoosh".

The stench of sour, rotten food was pungent, and a clump of undigested food filth clung to his white shirt, dripping down his chest.

He must be furious.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao!"

He gripped my shoulders, and I looked up, my vision blurred with his double image. My ears were ringing, and it seemed like he was calling my name, his expression panicked…