In the early morning, a thin mist drifted through the streets, obscuring everything. The chirping of birds was particularly pleasant, and a gentle breeze blew through the hair, bringing a touch of coolness.

Wuyou arrived first. When she got to the police station, it was empty. She opened the door, sat down at the computer desk, and typed so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

Li Wuyou has good computer skills. He is usually responsible for organizing data, submitting reports, and sometimes even helping the cyber police with network maintenance. He can be considered an expert in this field.

The code on the computer screen flashed rapidly, too fast to read clearly. Wuyou quickly hacked into Sun Fei's computer and copied everything on it to his own USB drive.

Sun Fei was able to establish Flying Company in a short period of time, not only because of his own abilities and the support of his wife's family, but also because he is a ruthless character. There must be a lot of interesting things on his computer.

After that, the police station gradually became busy. Wuyou's work was simple and tedious, but she quickly finished her tasks with her current abilities. Then she went to help Captain Zhou Zheng. If she wanted to gain the leader's appreciation, she couldn't remain invisible forever; naturally, she had to be more proactive.

Over the past few months, Wuyou has demonstrated her remarkable work abilities, which has made Zhou Zheng value her even more. After all, the former Li Wuyou was capable, but ultimately too timid. The current Wuyou has shown a different kind of charm, with outstanding work abilities, which has made Zhou Zheng take notice of her talent.

Zhou Zheng had once subtly expressed his intention to transfer Wuyou to the Criminal Investigation Brigade. Moving from someone who only handled behind-the-scenes work to the front lines was a qualitative leap that brought Wuyou a sense of joy. This was a feeling of gratitude, as he had always been an unassuming person and rarely received such praise and recognition from others.

Zhang Wuyou quietly enjoyed her work. Having been cooped up at home for a long time, she decided to go out to buy some suitable clothes. Her body was becoming increasingly bloated, and she had gained a lot of weight, so none of her clothes fit anymore.

That's why she hasn't dared to go out for almost a month, for fear of being seen in her ugly state.

Zhang Wenxiu was quite well-off; Sun Fei was generous to her, giving her hundreds of thousands of yuan in pocket money every month. Li Wuyou, foolishly, handed over all his salary to her, so naturally, they weren't short of money. However, she was a typical spendthrift, advocating for enjoying life, which also affected Li Wuyou, who was also living paycheck to paycheck.

Later, Wuyou simply changed his salary card. Because Zhang Wenxiu rarely went out and disdained Li Wuyou's money, she hasn't noticed this yet.

Standing inside the large shopping mall, the sales clerks around her had enthusiastic smiles on their faces, actively introducing each piece of clothing. Their behavior was impeccable, and they displayed just the right amount of humility, which made Zhang Wenxiu feel superior and unable to resist indulging in it.

"Madam, the fabric of this dress is soft and comfortable. The designer is a well-known domestic designer. This light blue color suits your skin tone very well. You will definitely look beautiful in it." The saleswoman was eloquent, her small mouth uttering nothing but flattering words, like a singing nightingale, making Zhang Wenxiu's heart soar.

"Hmm..." Zhang Wenxiu hesitated for a moment, then touched the fabric repeatedly, her face showing undisguised fondness. Encouraged by the sales clerk, she went to the changing room.

"That woman wasn't that good-looking, but she was certainly rich," a saleswoman whispered. Several people started talking quietly, since they were in the changing room and weren't afraid of being overheard.

"Actually, if you look closely, her features are quite nice, but she's a bit too fat. I guess she's the matriarch of some family." The sales clerks deal with ladies and gentlemen from high society, so they know the intricacies of the situation. Generally, those who aren't particularly good-looking and are older are the first wives.

Although they lack a husband's affection, they hold the position of official wives and have plenty of money. These women, lacking male love, can only rely on gold, silver, jewelry, and fine clothes to build up their self-esteem.

Most of those young and beautiful women follow wealthy bosses and their sons, selling their bodies in exchange for a high-quality life. They're always seen shopping with men in suits. They've seen it all too often.

Zhang Wenxiu looks quite young now, but her bloated figure doesn't resemble that of a kept mistress. Rather, she seems more like a lonely woman, unlike the wives of upper-class women who are not loved by their husbands and go on shopping sprees.

Zhang Wenxiu didn't hear the gossip outside. If she had, she probably wouldn't have known how to react. Becoming a wealthy woman was her lifelong dream, but the price was her current ugly figure and appearance, which she probably couldn't accept.

Just then, the rhythmic sound of high heels clicking on the floor came from outside. A woman wearing a light blue fitted dress, her long, slightly wavy hair styled in a bun that revealed her smooth forehead, walked in, showcasing a radiant and elegant appearance. Although her age was clearly evident, with fine lines around her eyes indicating slight signs of aging, she exuded an air of elegance and commanding presence.

She looked a little different today; her usual smiling lips were slightly downturned, and she was pursing her lips, appearing somewhat serious.

Behind the woman was a slender, tall girl wearing a light blue knit sweater and skinny jeans. Her face bore a resemblance to the woman's, and she kept her head slightly lowered, making it impossible to see her expression.

"Mrs. Sun, Miss Sun, you've arrived! Our designer happens to be in the store and can take your measurements. We guarantee you'll be satisfied." The saleswomen rushed forward, their faces beaming with polite smiles, surrounding the two of them with great enthusiasm.

Liu Peilan was a well-known figure in high society, the envy of all women. She was known for her generosity and naturally attracted the attention of these saleswomen.

"I'm not here to buy clothes today, I'm here to find someone." Liu Peilan waved her hand, blocking the enthusiastic gazes of the saleswomen, and wandered around the room, searching for her target.

Looking for someone? The saleswomen exchanged bewildered glances, their minds filled with questions.

"Mom, the fitting room." Sun Peipei raised her head, revealing slightly red eyes, and pointed loudly.

"Whoosh—" Upon hearing her daughter's voice, Liu Peilan's face tightened. She walked to the fitting room, waved her hand, and the person behind her kicked the door open, revealing the person inside.

"Ah—" Zhang Wenxiu had just changed into a dress, and before she could even pull up the zipper on the back, the door was violently kicked open. Her scalp tightened, and a scream burst out.