Urban System: Beautiful lady, I really didn't steal your black stockings!

He repeatedly recalled Lin's father's words at the dinner table, remembering the Lin family's wealthy background and Lin Weiwei's innocent and beautiful nature, and a strong sense of guilt welled up in his heart.

Can he really give Lin Weiwei happiness? Or will he ultimately betray her sincere heart?

But now he has no way out and can only go down a dead end. No matter what he chooses now, it will be wrong.

On the other side, Zhao Ya returned home after her trip and smelled the aroma of food as soon as she opened the door.

Stepping into the kitchen, the sight before her froze her in place: her mother, Zhang Cuiting, and Zhang Shiyi were standing side by side in front of the stove, one chopping vegetables and the other cooking, working together seamlessly.

Zhang Shiyi smiled and handed Zhang Cuiting the prepared sauce. Zhang Cuiting accepted it with a smile in her eyes. The two chatted quietly about everyday things, their tone unusually intimate.

This was completely different from the awkward and distant atmosphere between the two of them when she left home that morning.

Full of doubt, Zhao Ya stepped forward and asked, "Mom, Sister Shiyi, how come you two are suddenly so familiar?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhang Cuiting paused, the cleaver in her hand faltering. A blush instantly spread across her cheeks, and she avoided looking at Zhao Ya. She stammered for a long time, unable to utter a complete sentence, clearly unsure how to explain what had happened during the day.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiyi quickly put down the spatula in her hand, turned around and smiled at Zhao Ya, and spoke up to help her out: "I spent the afternoon with Auntie, and we found that we have a lot of common interests."

"For example, we both like to study home-style recipes and we both love to grow small potted plants. As we chat, we have more topics to talk about, and our relationship naturally gets closer."

Zhao Ya listened with skepticism, but seeing the two working together so well, her doubts gradually faded, and she felt genuinely happy instead.

She smiled and said, "That's great. From now on, the four of us in this family will be able to get along very well."

Listening to Zhao Ya's hopeful words, Zhang Cuiting avoided her gaze, a feeling of indescribable guilt rising on her face.

She dared not look directly into her daughter's clear eyes. She knew better than anyone that this sudden "closeness" was not because of any shared interests.

It was because all three women had ambiguous and intimate relationships with Cheng Zhe.

This hidden entanglement became a secret she dared not tell her daughter, and it filled her with helplessness and self-blame when facing Zhao Ya.

Cheng Zhe glanced at his watch; it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and he was driving home.

A cold, mechanical electronic voice suddenly echoed in Cheng Zhe's mind. He hadn't heard this voice for some time; it was both familiar and strange.

Immediately afterwards, a line of pale blue virtual text floated in front of him, the long-awaited system notification:

[Random mission detected near the host. Mission objective: Help the woman escape her entanglement.]

[Task Reward: Mind Reading (Valid for 24 hours)]

[Task Time Limit: 30 minutes]

"System?" Cheng Zhe slammed on the brakes, and the car came to a steady stop on the side of the road. He rubbed his eyes and checked the task prompt in front of him.

He didn't expect the mission prompt to appear at this time. What was even more tempting was the mission reward—mind reading. Even if it was only for 24 hours, if he could see through the thoughts of the people around him, he might be able to understand their thoughts better.

Cheng Zhe took a deep breath, suppressing the urge in his heart, and looked in the direction indicated by the system. He saw a crossroads not far ahead.

Under the dim streetlights, a man and a woman were struggling together. The woman was pulling a silver suitcase and looked like she was about to leave, while the man was frantically pulling at her.

"A hero saves the damsel in distress?" This thought immediately popped into Cheng Zhe's mind. In addition, the man was pulling the woman tightly, which looked like an act of violence to anyone.

He didn't dare delay, quickly turned off the engine, opened the car door, and strode forward, shouting as he ran, "Let go of that lady! You scoundrel, don't go too far!"

Without stopping, Cheng Zhe rushed forward in a few steps, ready to reach out and separate the two.

But he could clearly hear the man's tearful pleas and the woman's disgusted rebuke, which froze him in place. His sense of justice was replaced by an undisguised embarrassment.

"Wife! I know I was wrong. Please give me another chance. I promise I'll be down-to-earth this time. Please don't leave, okay?" The man's hair was disheveled, his eyes were red, and he gripped the woman's wrists tightly with both hands.

Her voice was full of humble pleading, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

The woman struggled to break free from the man's grasp, her face contorted with disgust, looking at him as if he were something filthy.

"Opportunity? Haven't I given you enough opportunities?"

"From the moment we got married until now, you've always said you'd make money, but what's the result? We've relied entirely on me for household expenses, and now look what's happened—you've squandered my dowry!"

She pulled hard and finally broke free from the man's hand. She took a step back, straightened her rumpled clothes, and stared at him coldly.

"Marrying you is the worst thing that ever happened to me! You good-for-nothing! What can you do besides cry? Stop bothering me and get lost!"

Cheng Zhe stood between the two, unsure whether to advance or retreat, his face burning with embarrassment.

I was a bit far away just now, and I only saw the man pulling the woman, so I didn't hear their conversation at all. I subconsciously assumed it was malicious harassment.

He coughed twice, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere, but couldn't think of anything to say for a moment.

The man was taken aback when a stranger suddenly appeared, then grasped at the straw as if he had found a lifeline.

Turning to Cheng Zhe, she cried, "Sir, please help me persuade my wife. I really know I was wrong, and I will definitely change. We still have feelings for each other; we can't just get a divorce like this!"

The woman glared at Cheng Zhe, her tone unfriendly: "I think you've misunderstood. He's not a bad person, just a useless coward who's incompetent yet persistent."

As she spoke, her gaze inadvertently swept over Cheng Zhe's clothes, and her eyes suddenly paused. It was a set of designer casual wear that Cheng Zhe had specially prepared for the banquet, made of exquisite material and with a novel style.

She glanced at the roadside again and saw the black Mercedes parked not far away. She immediately realized that the man in front of her had gotten out of that car.

Recalling how he stepped forward despite the misunderstanding, though seemingly reckless, he exuded a sense of righteousness and courage. Now, paired with this outfit, he inexplicably gained a sense of composure and reliability.

The woman's impatience gradually faded, her tone softened unconsciously, and her previous hostility diminished considerably. Instead, she developed a bit of goodwill towards Cheng Zhe, and her movements as she pulled her suitcase slowed down.

Before Cheng Zhe could think further, the woman spoke up, explaining the reason to him in a calm tone: "Sir, to be honest, this isn't the first or second time he's done this."

"We've been married for five years, and he's hardly ever worked a regular job. First, he lost tens of thousands of yuan by following the trend of investing in stocks, and then he listened to others and got involved in some kind of franchise, throwing all the money he had saved up over the years into it."