After five years of a cold marriage, I can no longer hide the child I secretly gave birth to.

"Like that night five years ago, we were so deeply entangled that I got pregnant."

Xu Daikui reached out and grabbed the man's wrist, forcefully prying it open.

"So, don't touch me again. I find all men other than him disgusting!"

"You're lying!"

Zhou Yanci was deeply stung by the word "disgusting." "What kind of spell did Shen Jun cast on you? To make you so devoted?"

Xu Daikui sneered, "Likewise, just as Xu Jiaojiao climbed into your bed, so did I climb into someone else's bed."

"Zhou Yanci, promiscuity is not a male prerogative. I've learned in ten years that one cannot hang oneself on a crooked tree."

"As for whether others are playing me, that's none of your business. You just need to keep an eye on your fiancée."

Seeing the man's gloomy expression and the gradual loss of color in his fair face, Xu Daikui smiled calmly again, "You can leave now. Apart from signing the divorce agreement, we don't need to see each other again."

Since seeing each other would only make things unpleasant for both of us, it's better to cut ties cleanly.

After she finished speaking, she lay down flat and turned her head away coldly.

A few seconds later, there was a knock on the door, and the air fell silent again; the man must have left.

She breathed a sigh of relief, sat up, removed the IV from the back of her hand, and as she got out of bed, she saw the papers covered with writing on the bedside table.

Every stroke, every word, reflects her most sincere emotions during her adolescence.

It was an encounter she could never let go of in her life.

Tears fell silently.

My heart aches so much I feel like I can't breathe.

Tears, glistening, fell onto the spread-out paper.

As the ink blurred, Zhou Yanci's name gradually faded from her sight.

...

In the corridor, Zhou Yanci took several deep drags on his cigarette to suppress the pent-up pain and irritability in his heart.

His sallow complexion eased slightly.

Xu Daikui has truly let go of him; he no longer holds a place in her heart.

Should he really let go?

Is this the end of over a decade of self-hypnosis and emotional torment?

Lost in thought for a long time, he took out his phone from his pocket and dialed Mu En's number.

"Buy some fresh apples and cherries."

"Okay, Mr. Zhou."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yanci extinguished his cigarette, letting the cold wind blow away the loneliness on his face before heading towards the ward.

Pushing open the door, the hospital bed was empty; Xu Daikui was nowhere to be seen.

Do you really not want to see him?

He turned to chase after him, but his gaze suddenly stopped on the bedside table, where all the origami had disappeared.

He strode over, looked down, and found the trash can, which was full of miscellaneous items, filled with those papers and that clear, pure glass bottle.

Xu Daikui, do you hate him that much?

Are you going to throw away everything you've written, stroke by stroke?

First she threw away her wedding ring, and now this…

These are all testaments to their relationship.

My heart aches in waves.

He collapsed, utterly exhausted, and began frantically rummaging through the trash can with his long, slender, white hands.

Regardless of whether it's dirty or not, regardless of whether it's worth it or not.

He picked out the papers one by one, counted them one by one, restored each one to its original condition, and put them back into the bottle perfectly intact.

The dampness slid down my cheeks.

His lips curled up slightly, but he couldn't hide his bitterness.

These stars are the only proof that she loved him.

We can't lose it.

It cannot be destroyed.

They were gone, and so was his last remaining hope.

...

Mu En entered carrying fruit and saw the usually proud and arrogant prodigy, who was now holding a colorful glass bottle in a daze.

He had never seen Zhou Yanci like this before.

Even when the company was on the verge of bankruptcy, even when he was slapped by his father, even during those five years abroad, he was never this lifeless.

After a long pause, he said softly, "Mr. Zhou, are you alright?"

Zhou Yanci did not respond, but simply stood up with the intact star jar in his hand.

He had concealed the emotions in his eyes, and his face quickly returned to its usual expressionless state. However, his aura seemed to have been ripped out of its soul, and he was no longer vibrant.

"Xu Daikui, where did you go?"

he asks.

Mu En naturally had someone keep an eye on her movements, and immediately replied, "Madam, I just called a ride-hailing car, the destination is the police station."

Seeing that the man was listening attentively, Mu En continued, "I just contacted Fang Qing. He said that his wife suspects that the car accident involving Wang Guang and her was a premeditated murder, which is why she rushed to the police station."

Premeditated murder?

Zhou Yanci thought for a moment, "Immediately send a capable person to investigate the perpetrator of today's incident. Once you find any clues, bring the person to see me immediately."

"Okay, Mr. Zhou, shall we head to the headquarters now?"

Zhou Yanci said, "Go and handle the car accident. The group doesn't need you for the time being."

"OK."

*

Xu Daikui took a taxi to the police station. After going through a series of procedures, the police showed her the video of the car accident.

The video shows that the car was turning right, and because it was going too fast while turning, the brakes failed and it crashed into them.

The surveillance footage doesn't reveal anything suspicious.

"What about the driver? Can I see him?"

Whether it was intentional or not can sometimes be judged from a person's micro-expressions. Also, if he was really instructed by someone, his bank deposit records would never be clean.

"That's certainly possible. He requested to go through insurance. I'll give you his phone number so you can contact him yourself."

As the officer spoke, he suddenly added, "If you suspect that the other party did this intentionally, then our police station can also provide you with assistance."

"That would be perfect."

Xu Daikui nodded quickly, "Then please secretly investigate the driver's recent work routine, his income and transactions, and his family members."

"Okay, Ms. Xu, please leave your contact information and I will notify you as soon as I have any news."

Xu Daikui left her number with the police officer and then left the police station to head to the kindergarten.

On the way, she called Shen Jun, who said that Wang Guang had been discharged from the emergency room and was currently under observation in the intensive care unit.

She breathed a sigh of relief, "Then I'll come to the hospital as soon as I pick up Mengmeng."

"Okay, no rush. He won't be fully awake for several more hours."

"it is good."

Xu Daikui hung up the phone and was about to hail a taxi to the kindergarten when a black van suddenly stopped in front of her.

Before she could react, four men dressed in black got out of the car and surrounded her.

"Miss Xu, our husband wishes to see you. Please come with us."

"Who is your husband?! Let me go!"

She was puzzled, but they had already forcibly taken her into the van.