On the day of the wedding, I touched the groom's finger.
For a moment, I saw his death - two years later, he would be killed in an abandoned factory, his wedding ring soaked in blood.
I should be happy. He is Fu Yanzhi, the consultant of the task force who personally sent my father to unjust prison three years ago. I married into the Fu family just to seek revenge on him.
But in the picture I saw, there was also a hand with red nails, throwing the only evidence that my father had to overturn the case into the brazier.
He cannot die. At least, I can't die before I get the evidence.
From that day on, I became the most docile substitute bride of the Fu family. During the day, I washed my hands and made soup, and at night, I climbed through the window and explored the warehouse. He doubted me, tested me, and sent people to investigate me.
Until that day, I found evidence that my father had been framed in a warehouse in the western suburbs. He came from behind and I thought he was going to hand me over to the police.
But he put the evidence into my hand: "Keep it away. You weren't here just now."
Later, he knelt down in front of me and asked me if I wanted to be the real Mrs. Fu.
I said yes.
What I didn't say is that - ever since I blocked his first car accident, I no longer wanted to be just his enemy.
