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The streets of Hanju were bustling with traffic.

Shen Qinghan sat in the driver's seat of the Mercedes sports car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

Her mind was a complete mess.

Jiang Ye's cold gaze, the enormous black lace lingerie on the balcony, and the glaring international logistics receipts on her phone were like sharp knives, constantly churning her heart.

Her pride, which she was so proud of, was completely shattered today.

Just then, the cell phone on the passenger seat suddenly rang.

The words "Zi Mo" were displayed on the screen.

Upon seeing this name, Shen Qinghan suddenly felt a churning in her stomach, and an unprecedented feeling of nausea welled up inside her.

Before, seeing this name would have made her feel at ease, a safe haven that could provide emotional support when she was exhausted. But now, just thinking about this man holding the gifts Jiang Ye bought for her, putting on a show of deep affection in front of her, makes her feel incredibly ridiculous and nauseous.

The phone rang for a long time before automatically hanging up.

Then, it stubbornly started ringing again.

Shen Qinghan took a deep breath, suppressing the anger and nausea in her heart, pressed the answer button, and casually turned on the car's Bluetooth.

"Hey, Qinghan, where did you go?"

On the other end of the phone came Gu Ziming's gentle, almost sweet voice, "I went to the company to look for you, but your secretary said you weren't there. I bought your favorite seafood porridge and I'm back at the villa now. When are you coming back? The porridge won't taste good if it gets cold."

Hearing these words of concern and care, Shen Qinghan felt a chill run down her spine.

This man's acting skills are simply outrageous!

"I'll be home soon." Shen Qinghan's voice was as cold as ice, without any inflection.

"Okay, I'll keep the porridge warm for you. Drive carefully on the road, and be safe." Gu Ziming still acted like the perfect boyfriend.

Shen Qinghan didn't waste any more words and hung up the phone directly.

With a throttle floored, the Mercedes roared to life and sped off toward the Shen family villa.

Twenty minutes later.

Shen Qinghan pushed open the villa's door.

Gu Ziming was wearing a gray apron and holding a soup spoon when he came out of the kitchen. Upon seeing Shen Qinghan, he immediately flashed a bright smile and quickly went to greet her.

"Qinghan, you're back. Go wash your hands, the porridge is just ready..."

"Snapped!"

Before Gu Ziming could finish speaking, Shen Qinghan suddenly raised her hand and delivered a solid slap to his face.

Shen Qinghan used all her strength in that slap.

Gu Ziming staggered from the blow, dropping the soup spoon that was in his hand with a crisp sound. Five clear red finger marks instantly appeared on his left cheek.

"Qinghan... what... what are you doing?"

Gu Ziming covered his face, his expression full of surprise and grievance, with a hint of innocence in his eyes. "Did something happen at the company? If you're angry, you can hit me or yell at me, but don't get angry and hurt your health..."

"Gu Ziming, how long are you going to keep up this act?!"

Looking at his innocent-looking face, Shen Qinghan trembled with rage. Pointing her finger at his nose, she cursed, "You despicable, shameless thief! Liar!"

A flicker of panic crossed Gu Ziming's eyes, but he maintained a composed facade: "Qinghan, what are you talking about? I don't understand. What did I steal?"

"You don't understand? Okay, let me help you remember!"

Shen Qinghan gritted her teeth and said, "Last October in the US, you gave me that Patek Philippe Starry Night watch; in November, you gave Xinyu that rare Disney castle; and during the Lunar New Year, you gave me that limited edition Hermès bag!"

Upon hearing these items, Gu Ziming's expression instantly changed, and a crack appeared in his previously feigned gentleness and innocence.

"Gu Ziming, what did you tell me back then? You said you went through a lot of trouble to get it through a friend, spending almost half a year's savings! You said you wanted to give Xinyu and me the best life!"

Shen Qinghan approached Gu Ziming step by step, her eyes seemingly spitting fire. "But what's the reality?! All those things were bought by Jiang Ye! They were all shipped from China to his apartment in the US by Jiang Ye! You just went downstairs to pick up the package, opened it, threw away the card Jiang Ye wrote, and then came to me with other people's things, trying to use them as a pretext!"

"Gu Ziming, have you no shame?!"

Gu Ziming panicked completely.

He never expected that this matter would be exposed. Wasn't Jiang Ye, that good-for-nothing, already kicked out of the Shen family? How could Shen Qinghan suddenly know all this?

"Qinghan...who told you this nonsense? This...how could this be?" Gu Ziming was still making a last-ditch effort, trying to argue, "Jiang Ye is a penniless bastard, he only makes 20,000 yuan a month, how could he afford a Patek Philippe and a Hermes? Don't listen to his attempts to sow discord!"

"Sowing discord?"

Shen Qing sneered, took out her phone, pulled up the payment records and international logistics receipts that Jiang Ye had sent her, and slammed them hard into Gu Ziming's chest.

"Look for yourself! It's in black and white; the payer is Jiang Ye, and the delivery address is my apartment! What else do you have to say?!"

The phone fell to the ground, and the screen was still lit.

Gu Ziming glanced down and when he saw the irrefutable evidence of the tracking numbers and payment screenshots, he knew he had been completely exposed.

The lie was ruthlessly exposed, and Gu Ziming's pretense could no longer be maintained.

He took a deep breath and decided to stop arguing.

"Yes, I admit it." Gu Ziming looked up at Shen Qinghan. "Those things were indeed sent by Jiang Ye. I opened the package and threw away the card."

Upon hearing his admission, Shen Qinghan felt a wave of dizziness wash over her.

Even though she already knew the truth, the humiliation of being treated like a fool and being mocked when she heard the man admit to his despicable behavior still suffocated her.

"Why?! Why did you do this?!" Shen Qinghan roared hysterically, her eyes red. "Do you know that because you stole these things, I misunderstood Jiang Ye, and I thought he didn't care about my daughter and me at all! You ruined my marriage!"

Seeing Shen Qinghan's breakdown, Gu Ziming's eyes darted around, and he immediately put on a heartbroken expression.

He suddenly knelt down in front of Shen Qinghan with a thud.

"Qinghan! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Gu Ziming grabbed Shen Qinghan's leg, tears welling up in his eyes as he sobbed uncontrollably, "But why did I do this? Isn't it because I love you!"

"You love me? You love me but you lied to me with stolen things?!" Shen Qinghan tried desperately to break free from him, but he held her tightly.

"Qinghan, let me explain!"

Gu Ziming then began using his most proficient PUA tactics, tearfully recounting his experience: "During those six months in the US, watching you work so hard for the project every day, seeing Xinyu yearn for her father's love so much, my heart was bleeding! I wanted to buy you the best things, I wanted you and your daughter to live the happiest life, but... but I'm not as rich as Jiang Ye!"

"I'm so jealous I'm going crazy when I see those expensive gifts Jiang Ye sent! I'm afraid that if you see those gifts, you'll think of Jiang Ye and leave me! I'm so afraid of losing you, Qinghan!"

Gu Ziming looked up, his face streaked with tears, his eyes filled with deep affection: "I admit I'm selfish, I admit I'm despicable. But the reason I did all this was because I care about you so much! I just wanted to see your happy smile when you received the gift, I just wanted Xinyu to call me 'Dad'! What did I do wrong? Is it wrong to love someone?!"