My Alleged Husband-Chapter 1017 - 892: Speak the Truth_11

Do you guys know? At that moment, when your grandfather heard this, he was so furious that he couldn’t restrain his anger. He casually asked me, "Oh? So it was your bedroom trash can that was full, huh? I thought you tripped and fell in the middle of the night!"

"How could that be, Dad? I was just thinking of going downstairs to throw out the trash. You go to sleep first; I’ll be right back!" As soon as I finished speaking, I wanted to run off, but how could he let me pass so easily?

My father spoke up, stopping me, and asked slowly, "Wait a moment, Zhentian, I’d like to ask you a question. Could you possibly answer it for your father?"

At that time, I knew it wasn’t going to be anything good when my father said that, so I could only brace myself and reply, "Of course, Dad, please go ahead!"

"Zhentian, are you rich?" My dad opened with this question, catching me a bit off guard.

"Dad, why would you say that? You know how much I earn a month. Aren’t many of the household expenses covered by you? Asking like this makes your son quite embarrassed," I replied a bit unhappily.

"Oh? How could you not have money? Your old man here thinks you’re quite wealthy!" He said it without changing his expression.

I found it odd, my dad talking in such a contradictory way compared to what we discussed during dinner, and it left me puzzled about his intentions.

"Dad, you clearly know I’m not as rich as you are, so why say this? To flaunt your wealth or is there another reason? You might as well say it directly instead of beating around the bush," I said with a bit of temper to Old Master Zhang.

"How could I be flaunting that I’m richer than you? All the wealth I’ve worked hard to earn over the years is, after all, to help you have a little extra spending money," Old Master Zhang said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile.

"Then what do you mean by this?" I replied, a bit impatient with my father’s words.

"Alright, since you want me to say it outright, I’ll say it outright."

"Alright, go ahead."

"Zhentian, since you keep claiming you have no money, then I ask you this: would a person with no money use a custom-made shirt worth thousands to wrap garbage?" Old Master Zhang’s previously kindly face suddenly turned grim.

Hearing those words from my father was like getting struck by lightning in the rain; I stood there frozen.

I hadn’t fully regained my composure when Old Master Zhang continued, "Zhang Zhentian, tell me, what is wrapped inside that shirt?"

I inwardly exclaimed, "Oh no!"

Despite Old Master Zhang being in his fifties, his hearing was still sharp. He could catch even the slightest noise. No sooner had I finished speaking than Old Master Zhang began to speak.

"What did you say? What’s ’oh no’? Is there some secret hidden inside that shirt?" Having said that, Old Master Zhang bent down to pick up the shirt. How could I let my father get hold of the shirt that wrapped those shards of a wine jar?

Just before Old Master Zhang could pick it up, I swiftly bent down and grabbed it. Seeing my reaction, Father became even more suspicious about the shirt hiding something strange. He gestured with his hand open, and I understood that Old Master Zhang wanted me to hand over the item.

I was in a panic, not knowing whether to hand it over or not. I knew deep down that if I did, and my father saw what was inside, I wouldn’t get away with it. But if I didn’t hand it over, he would be certain the shirt held some secret, leaving me trapped in a dilemma.

I said to Old Master Zhang, "Dad, there’s really nothing in here. I just used this shirt to wrap the trash because I didn’t want it anymore."

Old Master Zhang didn’t believe me.

"Since it’s just trash inside, why don’t you hand it to me? I’ll dispose of it for you since I have to go out anyway," Old Master Zhang said, extending his hand to me again.

"Dad, it’s really trash," I explained anxiously.

"I know it’s trash, which is why I said I’d help you throw it out on my way," he said.

Hearing my father’s insistence made me even more nervous.

"Dad, there’s no need. How could I let my own father take out my trash for me, right?"

"It’s no big deal. I’ll help you throw it out so you won’t have to make another trip!" Having said that, Old Master Zhang tried to take the shirt from my hand, but I instinctively dodged, which resulted in him getting upset.