At the police station, Ruan Taoyao finally saw the man who had not appeared since receiving the certificate.
The man clutched the red book and refused to let go.
The police informed him that he was caught on the spot during an anti-pornography operation.
Policeman: "Are you okay? You are pregnant, and your husband is still going out to whore?"
Li Zhuozhi: "Are you pregnant?"
Ruan Taoyao: "Is he a prostitute?"
. . . . . .
She thought it was a contract marriage.
Until I found out: my sister's paintings, her tastes, her habits... They were all hers.
Ruan Taoyao asked: "Husband, why are you so busy getting the certificate?"
Li Zhuozhi's ears were red and bleeding: "Because... It's my 'lucky' day."
She doesn't know:
Four years ago on the Ghost Festival, she pulled him up from the reservoir.
She doesn't even know:
Every company she worked for was acquired by him.
"Li Zhuozhi, why are you helping me?"
"Not helping."
He closed his eyes and his voice was as soft as talking to himself.
"It's Zang."
