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?"

her 50s, but she had taken good care of herself. Her facial features looked gentle, and it was obvious that she was the kind of person who did not have any opinions. And so

to almost everything her husband said and never talked back. Madam 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

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

the heart to make

and placed his hand on Madam Zhu's shoulder. His tone was much gentler than before. "Alright, stop crying. I didn't mean to flare up at you. I'm

still locked up in the detention

but couldn't get him out. How could

you can't eat or sleep because of Hao'er. Don't worry too much. You have to take care of yourself. I'm already thinking of a

with this matter."

after a long while, she said in a

was comforting her

He took a step back and raised his voice. "What did you

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,