He Zhao lowered his head guiltily.

Her lips trembled with fear, her feigned strength crumbling, replaced by vulnerability and utter fragility. "What do you mean by bowing your head? Speak! Whether it's true or not, I want to hear it from you!"

He remained silent for a long time.

The Mafia man couldn't wait any longer. "I'll answer for him, it's true!"

"You idiot!" Qiao Zhen swept a sharp glare over them. "When did it become your place to interfere in our marital affairs?!"

The man sneered, "Your marriage certificate is fake too. You're just a fake couple. Why are you so protective of him? Why don't you come with me? You'll still live a life of luxury."

He Zhao: "...Really."

Qiao Zhen grasped at a straw, and asked He Zhao, "The marriage certificate is real, isn't it?"

He Zhao turned his head away, avoiding her burning gaze, "What he said is true, I lied to you."

One sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Qiao Zhen's fists rained down on her, sobbing uncontrollably, "You bastard! No wonder you kept dragging your feet and wouldn't let me sleep!"

Unable to bear it any longer, the man waved his hand, and a burly man stepped forward, knocked Qiao Zhen unconscious, and locked her in the next room.

He Zhao could only watch helplessly as Qiao Zhen was taken away, managing to utter with difficulty, "Don't hurt her."

The man gave He Zhao a cold look and left without responding.

When Qiao Zhen woke up groggily, she was on the deck. The sea sun was scorching, making her skin sting. As she sat up, her memories came flooding back.

He Zhao deliberately revealed her whereabouts to have her mortal enemy kidnap them, then uncovered the truth, and then she fainted. A few inches below the back of her neck hurt a little, oh, it hurt a lot.

She touched her neck and moved her neck bones.