The weather was bright and sunny, with gentle sunlight sweeping across the earth, warm yet tinged with a slight coolness. At the entrance of the police station, the bright police badge gleamed dazzlingly, just like its duty.

Inside the police station, Zhang Wenxiu, handcuffed and with slightly disheveled hair, was led into a room. When she looked up at the person in front of her through the transparent glass, her eyes widened as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, and the surprise and anger in her eyes were almost tangible.

"It's you? Weren't you arrested?" Indeed, the person who came was Wuyou. Today he was wearing a casual sweatshirt, was thin, sat in a chair with his hands clasped, his face looked a bit haggard, but the smile on his lips was particularly glaring.

"We've been husband and wife, so isn't it right for me to come and see you?" She parted her lips slightly, her voice gentle and tender, tinged with ambiguity and affection.

Zhang Wenxiu's eyes flashed, and she couldn't help but glance at Wuyou a few more times. Only then did she realize that her good-for-nothing husband was actually quite handsome. Her affair with Sun Fei had been exposed, and this man not only didn't hate her, but was even willing to put aside past grievances to visit her, which was enough to show his deep affection for her.

"Husband, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Sun Fei and I were just in the past, you are the present. I really want to live a good life with you, but Sun Fei won't let me. He wants to kill Liu Peilan, and since he can't find a scapegoat, he's using the child to threaten me. I had to compromise for your sake and the child's!"

Zhang Wenxiu's eyes darted around, instantly welling up with tears. She could no longer rely on Sun Fei; this man probably couldn't even protect her. And she, in the prime of her life, was unwilling to spend the rest of her life in prison. The only person she could depend on was the man before her.

Wuyou sat quietly watching Zhang Wenxiu's performance, her peach blossom eyes scanning back and forth across her face, as if she could see through the ugly exterior to her even uglier soul.

"Pfft..." With a burst of laughter, Wuyou finally couldn't hold back anymore. She even slapped the table and laughed out loud. This arrogant behavior made Zhang Wenxiu feel a bit embarrassed and angry.

"Zhang Wenxiu, who gave you the audacity to ask me to forgive you and even help you after committing such a disgraceful act? You've got some nerve!" Wuyou leaned back slightly, resting one hand on the back of the chair, crossing her legs arrogantly. Her words were like a series of slaps to Zhang Wenxiu's face.

"You..." Zhang Wenxiu gritted her teeth, her voice almost coming out from between them.

Before he could finish speaking, Wuyou waved her hand dismissively, looking completely unconcerned. "Do you think I don't know about your little affair with Sun Fei? Do you think I'm stupid? I've known everything since the day you married me. Aren't you surprised?"

Looking at Zhang Wenxiu's serious face, Wuyou couldn't help but smile. She leaned forward slightly and whispered, "You've been lying to me all these years, but how could you know that I haven't been lying to you?"

"You..." Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenxiu felt a chill run from her heart to her limbs, and her hand twitched slightly. Her body and soul seemed to cool down, as if she had suddenly entered the coldest part of winter, chilling her to the bone.

This man knew everything; he had known all along. All these years, it turned out he had been putting on an act for her, for everyone else. They had been completely manipulated by him, believing him to be a loving husband and an ordinary, honest man.

This is terrifying, this person is absolutely terrifying. After years of marriage, she had never seen his true face. She had been playing her games, watching herself orchestrate her own drama like a theatrical performance, watching their schemes fall apart.

It turns out that I have been manipulated by this person all along, and the puppet I thought I was in was actually the one who was controlling the puppet.

“You’re terrifying, you’re a devil… a devil…” Zhang Wenxiu clutched her prison uniform tightly, her body trembling slightly, whether from anger or fear, it was hard to tell.

"Devil?" Wuyou lingered on the word, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. "Your description is quite apt, I admit it. You should be grateful that this devil of mine has been willing to play along with your act for so many years, and even more so, to tolerate your scheming against me. Otherwise, do you think you could still stand before me with such dignity and say these things to me?"

"You knew all along, so why did you pretend not to know? You find it ridiculous to watch us scheme against you, don't you? And Xiao Jing... Xiao Jing isn't your son, yet you can pretend to be so good to him. You're simply..." As she spoke, Zhang Wenxiu didn't even know what words to use to describe Wuyou, gritting her teeth and remaining silent.

Upon hearing this, Wuyou extended her index finger and gently shook it from side to side to indicate her denial. Her tone was extremely low, and her delicate peach blossom eyes stared directly into Zhang Wenxiu's terrified eyes.

“You’re wrong about one thing. Xiao Jing is indeed my son. He’s not a stepping stone for you to marry into a wealthy family, nor is he a tool for you to become a rich wife. You’re such an idiot! You don’t even know whose son is yours. I must have been blind to have fallen for a woman like you. You’re hopelessly stupid.”

As she spoke, Wuyou's eyes were filled with disgust and loathing, as if she regarded Zhang Wenxiu as trash and wished she could be humanely destroyed on the spot.

"Impossible—" Zhang Wenxiu slammed her hand on the table and stood up, unable to contain herself. The sound of the handcuffs hitting the table was particularly jarring, and her well-maintained wrists instantly became red and swollen.

"Xiao Jing is Sun Fei's son, there's no way I could be wrong." As he spoke, under Wu You's disdainful gaze, Zhang Wenxiu's voice grew softer and softer, until only he could hear it. He seemed to have a vague recollection, but it wasn't clear. Could he really be wrong?

"If it weren't for the child, do you think I would have tolerated you for so long? Now look what's happened, you stupid woman, you've finally brought this upon yourself. Now Xiao Jing and I are free, and you can spend the rest of your life in prison." Wuyou chuckled and turned to leave. He came today just to provoke Zhang Wenxiu and make him suffer even more.

"Wait... Xiao Jing is still our son, don't you have any consideration for our marriage at all?" Zhang Wenxiu gripped the table tightly, leaning forward.

She finally understood that the person before her was completely different from her own perception, and that making an enemy of this person would not end well. She did not want to spend the rest of her life here, and could only hold onto a sliver of hope that Wuyou would soften his heart, at least for the sake of the child.

"Impossible. And there's something else I need to remind you. Liu Peilan is not someone to be trifled with. She's already made arrangements. What you're about to face..." Wuyou's unfinished words lingered in the air; this kind of half-said, half-unfinished statement only instilled a deeper fear. Sure enough, Zhang Wenxiu's face turned pale instantly, a mixture of anger, fear, and panic. The intense shock caused her consciousness to drift into a daze, leaving only Wuyou's resolute departing figure.