Fake Daughter Is Rich Again?

In an expensive wealthy district in Beijing.

The four-story villa stood in the innermost part of the wealthy district. The exterior of the villa was white and of a European style. It looked grand from the outside.

Director Zhu had just arrived home after a long day of running.

He took off his jacket and handed it to the servant who came forward to help him with his slippers. Then, he pulled open his collar and walked inside. As he walked, he said, "1 saw a car driving out of the house. Who visited?"

Madam Zhu looked like she had something on her mind. She was holding her phone, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking. She didn't even notice that he had returned.

Director Zhu saw that something was wrong with her face and felt vaguely uneasy. Instinct told him that something had happened.

He strode over to his wife without bothering to loosen his tie. "Who came to the house?" he asked her in a deep, authoritative voice. "Your friend?"

and it was obvious that she was the kind of person who did not

Zhu's gentle and humble personality was simply every man's dream wife. "What the hell's going on!" Director Zhu only grew more uneasy when he saw that she was uneasy and afraid to look in his direction. "Are you hiding something from me?" Madam

after all, and she bore him a son. It would be a lie to say that they had no feelings for each

the heart to

gentler than before. "Alright, stop crying. I didn't mean to flare up at

still locked up

around but couldn't get him out. How could he not

eat or sleep because of Hao'er.

with this matter."

Zhu felt even more guilty upon hearing this. She looked up and after a long while, she said

her patiently

he suspected that he had heard wrong. He took a step back and raised his voice. "What did you

stammered. "I-I thought about how Hao'er was still locked up in the detention center and suffering because of her. My heart ached as if a knife had stabbed me. I really felt terrible,