The computer screen suddenly lit up, and an anonymous email jumped into Fu Chen's eyes.

The sender ID is a string of garbled characters and the subject is blank.

Fu Chen frowned, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He hesitated and opened the email.

In an instant, dense text and attachments came rushing towards me.

"Evidence of Xu Zhiru and Xu Zhao's guilt?" The title was eye-catching, like a black flame, burning Fu Chen's mind.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and began to read the email word by word.

Email is like a Pandora's box, slowly opening and releasing suffocating darkness.

Forged kidnapping, money laundering, asset transfer, each charge was like a heavy hammer, hitting Fu Chen's heart hard.

The email detailed the conspiracy carefully planned by Xu Zhiru and Xu Zhao, with a clear timeline and extensive details.

At first, Fu Chen still had a trace of doubt, thinking that this might be another malicious frame-up by Ning Nanxue.

However, when he clicked on the attachment in the email, he was completely stunned.

Photos, videos, recordings, and all kinds of evidence came like a tide, completely drowning him.

In the photo, Xu Zhiru walked into the abandoned factory calmly. How could she show any fear of being kidnapped?

In the video, Xu Zhao skillfully operated the money laundering process in an Internet cafe, and his method was so professional that it was astonishing.

In the recording, the conversation between Xu Zhiru and Xu Zhao was clearly discernible, and each carefully calculated conspiracy was like a sharp blade, piercing Fu Chen's last line of defense.

"...Don't worry, sister. Fu Chen, that idiot, is completely bewitched by you and will definitely not doubt us..."

The recording stopped abruptly, but Fu Chen was struck by lightning, sitting stiffly in the chair, unable to move.

His mind was blank and buzzing, as if being pricked by countless needles at the same time.

Impossible, this is impossible.

Xu Zhiru loves him so much and depends on him so much, how could she do such a thing?

But now, the cold evidence ruthlessly tore his fantasy apart and dragged him back to reality.

It turned out that he was the most ridiculous idiot, being played around by Xu Zhiru, and still feeling complacent and self-righteous.

Anger, humiliation, pain, all kinds of emotions erupted like a volcano, instantly engulfing Fu Chen completely.

He suddenly swept the documents on the table to the ground with a loud noise.

The documents were scattered all over the floor, just like his broken heart.

He stared at the computer screen intently, his eyes bloodshot and his temples throbbing.

"Xu Zhiru! You bitch!" He gritted his teeth, his voice sounding like it came from the depths of hell, filled with endless hatred.

He couldn't accept that he had been deceived by such a vicious woman for so long.

He could not accept that the choice he had always insisted on was so absurd and ridiculous.

Fu Chen grabbed his phone, stormed out of the office angrily, and headed straight for the hospital's VIP ward.

He wanted to question Xu Zhiru in person and make her admit with her own mouth that all this was true!

The hospital's VIP ward still has the familiar white tone, and the air is filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Xu Zhiru was lying quietly on the bed, her face pale, her eyes slightly red, and she looked pitiful.

Seeing Fu Chen rushing in angrily, she was startled and her body trembled slightly.

"Achen, what's wrong with you? Why do you look so bad?" Xu Zhiru asked weakly, with a hint of timidity in her voice.

Fu Chen did not answer. He threw the documents and photos in his hand in front of Xu Zhiru, making a crisp "pa" sound.

"Xu Zhiru, look for yourself! What are these things!" Fu Chen roared, his voice as deafening as thunder.

Xu Zhiru was frightened by Fu Chen's actions and her face turned pale. She picked up the documents and photos on the ground with trembling hands, and scanned the contents on them with horror.

When she saw those photos, videos, and recordings, her pupils suddenly constricted, and the blood color on her face instantly faded, turning as white as paper.

Her mind was blank and buzzing, as if she had lost the ability to think.

"This...this..." Xu Zhiru was incoherent, stammering, unable to speak, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

Fu Chen stared at Xu Zhiru, his eyes as cold as a knife, as if he wanted to eat her alive.

"Tell me, what's going on? What else do you have to say about these evidences?" Fu Chen's voice was extremely cold, without a trace of emotion.

Xu Zhiru was completely panicked. She knew that she could no longer hide it.

Her eyes rolled and her brain began to race frantically, trying to find a way to escape.

Suddenly, as if she had grabbed a life-saving straw, her eyes became empty and her expression became dull.

She began to talk nonsense and incoherently, and her body began to twitch uncontrollably.

"I don't know, I know nothing. Don't ask me, don't ask me..." Xu Zhiru's eyes were empty, and she kept repeating this sentence. Her voice became more and more sharp and hysterical.

She suddenly sat up from the bed, grabbed her hair and tore it hard, like a madman.

"Ah! My head hurts so much! It hurts so much! You are all bad people! All bad people! I will kill you! Kill you!" Xu Zhiru screamed and roared, throwing all the pillows and quilts on the bed to the ground, and the ward was in a mess.

Fu Chen looked at the "crazy" Xu Zhiru in front of him, frowning and with a complicated look in his eyes.

He knew that Xu Zhiru was pretending to be crazy and trying to evade responsibility.

But deep down in his heart, he secretly hoped that all this was true, and that Xu Zhiru was really mentally ill and unable to take responsibility for her actions.

In this way, he could find a reason, a reason that would make him feel at ease, to forgive Xu Zhiru's betrayal.

Just when Fu Chen was hesitating, the doctor who had treated Xu Zhiru before "happened" to walk in again.

"Mr. Fu, what's going on? Why has Miss Xu's condition worsened again?" The doctor frowned and asked worriedly.

Fu Chen pointed at the documents and photos on the ground and said in a cold tone: "Doctor, please take a good look at these. Xu Zhiru is not sick at all. She has been pretending to be crazy!"

The doctor picked up the documents and photos on the ground, looked at them carefully, then shook his head and sighed.

"Mr. Fu, you misunderstood. Miss Xu's condition has always been unstable. Once she gets emotionally agitated, she will become mentally ill. These evidences may have just stimulated her and caused her condition to relapse." The doctor said in an affirmative tone, as if everything was within his expectations.

"Impossible! She was obviously pretending!" Fu Chen roared. He didn't believe it. He didn't believe that Xu Zhiru was really mentally ill.

The doctor shook his head helplessly and said earnestly, "Mr. Fu, you are an outsider and may not understand the complexity of mental illness. Miss Xu's condition is really serious. She needs to rest and cannot be stimulated anymore."

The doctor's words once again wavered Fu Chen's heart.

He looked at the "crazy" Xu Zhiru on the bed and felt confused.