He firmly believed that tonight he would definitely make the village chief come to a decision.

But upon entering the village chief’s home, the village chief, who had been warmly hospitable and valued him greatly these past few days, now seemed somewhat cold.

Third Young Master Jun was quite surprised, yet his face remained expressionless.

He had just started speaking when the village chief cut him off, displeased, "Xie Wen, you’re supposed to be an educated man, how can you keep resorting to trickery? I’m your elder, both as the village chief and as a member of the Xie Clan, you’ve gone too far."

"Village chief, I don’t understand what you mean?" Third Young Master Jun frowned.

The village chief angrily said something, upon which Third Young Master Jun’s face turned extremely ugly, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged furiously.

Returning home, Mei was making a late-night snack, humming a tune, seemingly in a very good mood.

Third Young Master Jun’s eyes were cold and icy, stepping into the hall, Mei heard his voice, immediately carrying out the scallion pancakes she finished making, and enthusiastically laid out the chopsticks.

"Husband, you’re back, come have some late-night snack."

But Third Young Master Jun didn’t even glance at the pancakes, staring intensely at Mei: "Why did you tell the village chief that I’ve incurred huge debts outside?"

Making the village chief think that, to repay my debts, I tricked them into going out for treatment, intending to swindle their medical fees to fill my debts.

Mei’s smile faded, with his piercing, dark gaze fixated on her, her heart trembled, and she could hardly keep hold of the plate in her hand.

Yet looking at his eyes full of condescending superiority, the powerful aura that radiated from him, he was like those illustrious figures on TV that she would never encounter in her lifetime, high above and distant like the clouds in the sky.

She once thought Xie Wen was quite impressive, but after meeting him, she realized all the men she knew were worthless. He was a hundred times better than Xie Wen, whether in conversation, insights, or the elegance and nobility that naturally exuded from his gestures, all of which were beyond her reach.

Finally, came such an opportunity to meet a man that one could only dream of, and even if she found out he was not her real husband, she didn’t care.

Because she was already charmed by him, wanting to cling on to such an outstanding and captivating man as her own.

In her heart, there was only such frenzy and infatuation left. Anyway, right now he was her husband, so he would always be her husband, she wanted to hold on to this cloud.

"Yes, but did I say anything wrong? You did say before during your college days when you tried to start a business, you failed and owed people a lot of money."

She mustered her courage again, lifting her head to meet his chilling gaze.

Since he’s not Xie Wen, he naturally wouldn’t know about Xie Wen’s past, so he wouldn’t know she was making it up.

That day, her cousin called, saying that he saw Xie Wen sneaking around in a supermarket in Su City, and ran away upon seeing him, leaving her cousin completely baffled.

Mei was shocked when she heard this; her husband had always been at home, how could he be in Su City.

But her cousin insisted that he indeed saw Xie Wen, leading Mei to have an ominous premonition, coupled with all the oddities she had noticed recently.

Even if she was naïve and lacking in experience, she could sense that this husband was way too different and too superior compared to her past husband.

Moreover, since his return, he always had some excuse not to share a bed with her. Because he had been cold to her half a year ago, she didn’t think too much of it.

But now thinking about it, even if he was distant half a year ago, at least they slept in the same bed, but now they were even more estranged.

The more she observed him, the more she felt that he was too dissimilar from the Xie Wen of half a year ago.

And yesterday, she accidentally returned home and saw, through the window in the courtyard, her and that pregnant woman, embracing each other, speaking softly and affectionately.