I lowered my head and saw many photos, as well as various documents and receipts. I picked up a photo at random and froze.

The photo shows a window. Inside, a man is grabbing a woman's hair with a fierce expression. Blood is flowing from the corner of the woman's mouth, and she is holding her large, ball-shaped belly with both hands, her face filled with resentment and pain.

The woman is my cousin's wife, and the man is my cousin.

My cousin is abusing his wife?

How is that possible?

There are also many photos showing my cousin beating his wife.

"Your dear cousin is a cheater, a domestic abuser, owes a billion yuan in gambling debts, is constantly being chased by loan sharks, squandered the family's property, embezzled company funds, and sold company trade secrets to rivals. He's a parasite."

Fu Yanshen snorted coldly.

How could my cousin be abusive? I haven't heard my cousin's wife mention it at all these days.

Also, how could he have gambling debts? He clearly told me it was from failed investments...

Did he lie to me again?

I picked up my phone, got out of bed, and went to the window.

On the phone, my cousin's wife burst into tears when she heard my questions. She hadn't been this sad since my cousin died.

"Qiaoqiao, I haven't been able to tell you about these ugly things before. As a young lady who gets whatever she wants, you'll definitely be upset if you hear about these upsetting things."

“I’ve been trying to comfort you these past few days. Your cousin was bound to have this day sooner or later. Not to mention Mom and Dad, my family has been dragged down by him... Last month, he was caught gambling online late at night, and he even beat me up... Now, I feel so relieved.”

"And that time at the hotel, I met you. I don't know what happened that night, but Lu Ming insisted that I bring Coke to that hotel."

It turns out that my cousin's domestic violence and gambling allegations were true. Also, that night, when Shi Xia falsely accused me, it was because he deliberately called my cousin's wife over.

I only took the blame for him because of my cousin's wife and the baby in her belly.

"Qiaoqiao, I've given up on your cousin a long time ago. From now on, I'll raise my two children well. Please accept my condolences. It's not worth being sad for such a scumbag."

My cousin's wife comforted me.

"Sister-in-law, if you ever encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me."

I spoke sincerely to my cousin-in-law, and she offered me a few words of comfort before we ended the call.

Could it be that in their past life, their family's success was only superficial?

Although my cousin in this life is indeed despicable and will eventually go down this dead end, the thought of whether he was killed by Fu Yanshen or because of me still makes my heart ache.

After some time, the aroma of food wafted over, including my favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, which had a clear and oily smell.

Thinking about that sweet and sour taste, I felt a faint hunger in my stomach.

I looked up and saw Fu Yanshen carrying a tray walking towards me.

"Have a meal."

He said casually, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of me.

Sweet and sour pork ribs, shredded potatoes with green peppers, tomato and egg drop soup, and white rice.

I recognized him immediately; he had made all these dishes.

When I was studying abroad, and he was still my bodyguard, I would go to his dorm every day to freeload meals.

Abroad, I got tired of eating steak and black truffle Western food every day, and it was hard to find authentic Chinese home-style dishes. After discovering that he could cook, I became attached to him.

At first, he was very upset that I was freeloading off him.

“Miss, I am your bodyguard, not your nanny.”

He always rejected me coldly.

But I couldn't resist his persistence. Every time it was mealtime, I would go to his place and start eating before he even started.

I even shamelessly ordered food.

"Xiao Fu, my favorite dish is sweet and sour pork ribs. Do you know how to make it?"

"Won't."

He replied without even thinking.

But one time, I caught the flu and lost my appetite for several days. Then, the sweet and sour pork ribs that I had been craving appeared on the dinner table.

That was the only time, and it was thanks to being sick that I was able to get away with it.

He said at the time, "If I lose any more weight, I won't be able to explain it to my father."

After we got married, he never cooked for me even once.

A faint sour smell wafted into my nostrils. I stared blankly at the sweet and sour pork ribs, braised in a thick, dark sauce and sprinkled with black sesame seeds, and felt a sense of irony.

He did this simply so I would eat more, and not look like this and spoil his mood.

He thought I actually appreciated his cooking.

I looked up and met his burning gaze, which held a hint of expectation.

He snapped out of his daze. "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and eat. Do you want me to feed you?"

The man's tone was indifferent, yet tinged with sarcasm.

I scoffed inwardly, braced myself on the sofa, stood up, ignored him, and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as I left the bedroom, I opened the food delivery app and ordered takeout.

I've figured it out. I can't keep blaming myself and feeling guilty. There's a cause for every grievance, and the person who killed my cousin is to blame.

Does that mean if I let him witness his sweetheart's affair, he'd have to kill his cousin?

It's his fault, not mine.

When Fu Yanshen came downstairs, I was leisurely enjoying my takeout. The man gave me an unpleasant look, but I ignored him and continued eating my braised lion's head meatballs.

A little while later, he poured a glass of water and placed it beside me.

I ignored it, got up and poured myself a glass of water.

After filling my stomach, I felt sleepy, so instead of going back to the master bedroom, I locked myself in a guest room and took a nap.

When I woke up, I felt heavy and enveloped by a familiar masculine scent.

The man's wet lips and tongue ignited a fire in my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.

It is Fu Yanshen.

I also came to my full senses.

Didn't he complain that I'd lost weight and was too skinny? Why is he still interested?

He's already in love with his precious childhood sweetheart, so why is he bothering me?

Thinking about how he killed his cousin for Shi Xia, I clenched my fists in hatred, my whole body numb, unable to feel any passion or pleasure.

The man, however, spared no effort in igniting every sensitive spot on my body.

He pulled down the straps of my nightgown, his rough palms caressing my chest, while his other hand moved down my waistline, lingering over my thighs, and finally between my legs.

I clamped my legs tightly together and refused to let go.

Fu Yanshen looked up and examined me through the dim light. "Do you want me to pester you until you cry and beg me again?"

The man's lips curled into a mocking smile.

I looked at him expressionlessly.

The next moment, his lips and tongue rubbed against mine, then forcefully pried them open, conquering and plundering my mouth, while his rough palms roamed over my thighs, constantly igniting passion.

But I kept my legs tightly together.

His voice was husky as he softly coaxed me in my ear, "Be good...open your mouth..."

My heart skipped a beat.

He's never coaxed me like this before.

I pinched my palm hard with my fingertips, forcing myself to remain unmoved.

Seeing that I hadn't fallen for him yet, Fu Yanshen raised his head and held my chin with one hand.

He had clearly lost his patience with me.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, do you want me to force you?"

The man's face was cold, and his tone was threatening.