Three years after my death, my wife once again used my name to take the blame for a criminal case involving her first love, setting the entire internet ablaze.
Afterward, she showed up with a written confession in hand.
“Song Shixin, do you have any idea how important this project is to Fu Lin? He can’t have a stain on his record!”
“How can you be so heartless? So what if a few people online insult you? The worst that could happen is you go back inside for a few years. Is your freedom really more important than Fu Lin’s future?”
She grew more and more agitated, and her voice attracted the landlord downstairs.
But before she could say another word, he waved her away.
“Stop knocking. That family died a long time ago.”
“Three years ago, right after he got out of prison, the victim’s family came after him and beat him to death.”
My wife was startled, but immediately decided I was playing games with her.
She frowned and scoffed.
“He only spent a few years in prison. What’s with this pathetic guilt trip?”
“If he hadn’t framed Fu Lin back then, I wouldn’t have had to make his life so difficult. He brought it all on himself!”
“Enough. Tell him to get back to me within three days, or his seriously ill sister won’t get another minute of treatment!”
With that, she shoved past the landlord and stormed away.
Watching her go, the landlord let out a long sigh.
“Poor thing. His sister died a long time ago too, because they couldn’t afford her medical bills…”
The whole story is a dummy, two stars for Tomato