At the critical moment of closing the network, the director's father-in-law did not come to pick me up on time, which resulted in my undercover identity being exposed and caught by the criminal group. After I was shot with 18 bullets all over my body, I narrowly escaped death and was rescued from Myanmar. I was finally released from the ICU. But I saw my husband's junior sister posted a photo on WeChat Moments. The accompanying text was: "He said love is armor, so I came back alive." I was so angry that I laughed, liked and commented: "This armor is so thick that it almost wiped out my blood." As a result, all my colleagues at the Information Research Institute were outraged. They took screenshots and reposted them, asking me when I would burst into tears. When my husband called, I had been hospitalized for half a month, and he had not come once during this period. It was even strange to me to hear his commanding tone again. "Why are you so yin and yang in the comment section? If you are like this, how can my junior sister work in the institute in the future?" This little girl just made a joke. You are the only one in the world who is sour and jealous all the time. Jiang Wanyue, you only know how to delve into coding. Have you been pretending to be a piece of shit lately! "Hurry up and delete the comment. I'll go to the hospital to see you when I have some free time. That's all." "Hospital? It turns out that he knew that I almost died as an undercover agent, so why should I wait for him to be rescued in the hospital? I sneered and hung up the phone. He should be waiting for me. When I get the divorce certificate, it's time for me to get everything back.
