Chapter 1 — Fake Husband

The girl my husband raised outside is a very patient person. No name or space, secretly hiding for three years but never actively causing trouble in front of me. Until a photo of me and my husband affectionately holding each other's arms at a party was spread all over the internet. Finally, the girl couldn't bear it anymore. From that day on, every time my husband returned, he brought some strange "thing" with him. Sometimes it's a kiss mark, sometimes it's the smell of women's perfume, sometimes it's adorable toys. Just when I thought the other side only had that little trick. On our wedding anniversary, Giang Du as usual helped me dry my hair. After a moment of silence, he calmly confessed to me: "Thanh Nhan, I like a young girl. She knows how to rely on me more than you, and is also very obedient." I didn't know what feelings I had in my heart, so I just joked: "Then bring her back for me to see?" My scalp suddenly tensed up. Giang Du grabbed my hair, his voice cold: "No, I'm afraid you'll hurt her." After that confession, Giang Du came home later and later, and more and more things belonging to that girl appeared on him. But other than that, everything remains unchanged. Giang Du is still a good husband devoted to his wife. Just when I was about to accept all of this. The media invited me to participate in an interview program, the host was a girl who had just graduated. She didn't follow the script and suddenly asked me an off-topic question: "Miss To, may I ask when will you let go of Giang Du?" I looked at the pink diamond ring on her ring finger. It is a unique item. Giang Du also gave me one, but not as bright as hers, because it was a fake. I smiled and said with relief: "Today." Perhaps even Giang Du himself had forgotten. We each signed a prenuptial agreement. Once you betrayed me, you were forced to leave empty-handed. …… The recording session was interrupted. The video was cut off and the director shouted to start filming again. Lam Tri Vi followed the script and asked me a few standard questions. Simply how to maintain a marriage. After all, from the age of eighteen to the age of twenty-eight, Giang Du and I traveled together for ten years. In front of outsiders. We always love each other like we did in the beginning. I answered in turn according to the prepared answers. Soon, the interview ended. Employees took turns carrying the equipment away. I'm still sitting on the sofa. Don't leave there. Lam Tri Vi also stood in place. The young girl stroked her soft curly hair and smiled generously. "Guessed who I am?" I nodded: "Guessed." Because I really understand Lam Tri Vi very well. She likes jasmine perfume. During the past three years, every time Giang Du returned, he carried that scent with him. She likes to kiss Giang Du's throat, leaving dazzling kiss marks every time. She also likes cats and likes to do crafts. The house is full of toys she gave to Giang Du. She is the girl that Giang Du has kept hidden for three years. Lam Tri Vi walked towards me step by step, radiantly beautiful, with an arrogant tone. "So what do you have to compare me with?" "Your answer just now is best true. In this position of Mrs. Giang, I won't let you sit for too long." I smiled, calmly said: "Miss Lam, are those who act as third parties all as blatant as you?" That's the reason I stayed just now. Just wanted to see what kind of person the girl Giang Du hid so carefully was. Now watch out. I overrated her. Perhaps what men are infatuated with is just a secret feeling. I

slightly curled his lips. He picked up his bag and stood up, preparing to leave. Perhaps my words angered Lam Tri Vi. The young girl picked up the cup of coffee on the table and splashed it all at me. "To Thanh Nhan, what are you pretending to be a rich lady?" "Other people don't understand, but I know better than anyone. You're just an abandoned woman, with neither love nor money." The white one-piece dress was covered in brown stains. I'm still not angry. Just bow your head and take out a tissue, simply wipe it clean. Then, without warning, I raised my hand. Prepare to slap Lam Tri Vi hard in the face. The next second, my wrist was grabbed tightly by a strong hand. Giang Du ran over. He pushed me away forcefully. Holding Lam Tri Vi in her arms, she softly asked: "Did she hurt you?" The young girl blinked. "Honey, you came at the right time." Giang Du's cold eyes fell on me, each word carrying a warning: "Don't touch her. The consequences are not something you can bear." I laughed. Giang Du played the role of a good husband for six years. Just reveal yourself twice. The first time was when he told me Lam Tri Vi's existence, I half-jokingly told him to take her home. The man grabbed my hair, his face gloomy. "To Thanh Nhan, I advise you not to have bad intentions." "She is not someone you can touch." Giang Du said as he tightened his grip. I was in so much pain that my face was distorted. He still refused to let go. Until I repeatedly assured that I would not disturb the girl he placed at the top of his heart. He reluctantly released me. Of course, secretly, I still investigated. But Giang Du hid her really well. My people searched for three years, but still found nothing. The second time is now. Both times were for the same person. I lowered my head to look at my dirty white dress, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Giang Du, aren't you going to ask why I want to slap her?" The man's expression didn't change at all. He completely ignored the fact that I was the victim. His eyes fell on my white dress, calmly saying: "It doesn't matter." "If Vi Vi splashed coffee on you, just ignore it." "She's not like you. A weak young girl, afraid of pain." But Giang Du forgot. From a young age, I was cherished and pampered growing up. I can only fear pain more than Lam Tri Vi. He promised that he would absolutely not let me suffer any harm. This moment. I suddenly felt a bit lucky. Luckily I had three years as a shock absorber. If it were To Thanh Nhan before, the person whose heart and eyes were devoted to Giang Du, when I heard these words, I'm afraid I would have gone crazy and cried until I couldn't breathe. I nodded. Show that you understand. People always especially appreciate the things they love. Like the white dress I just bought. "Mr. Giang, this dress is the latest high-end fashion model this summer. How do you plan to compensate?" Giang Du looked at me intently for a moment. He took out his phone. Make a phone call, then quickly hang up. The man's voice was cold: "The money will quickly be transferred to your card." "Okay." Lam Tri Vi took Giang Du's arm and gently shook it. It was like he was deliberately acting for me. "Honey, I came to pick you up, right?" "I'm hungry." Giang Du nodded slightly. Let the young girl shake her hand back and forth. "The restaurant has been booked." There was a smile in his eyes. From beginning to end, all eyes rested on Lam Tri Vi. The two of them talked a lot in low voices. But Giang Du was extremely patient from beginning to end. I withdrew my gaze. For some reason, I remember a few rare arguments between me and Mr

Giang Du. He is always quiet. I clung to him, wanting him to stay and talk to me more. Then, for some reason, it turned into an argument. The man coldly glanced at me: "To Thanh Nhan, this is what you want, right?" "Have I said enough now?" Throw that sentence back. Giang Du went to the company and did not return home for a week straight. After that time. We both tacitly avoided the subject. Turns out it was all foreshadowed a long time ago. A moment later. I also left the recording room. The BYD was parked in the underground parking lot. I have been driving this car for five years. At that time, Giang Du's career had just begun to flourish, and he needed a car with enough dignity to go out. I pity you for not having much working capital on hand. So I gave him my Bentley and bought an old car for myself as a means of transportation. Giang Du once assured me. Wait until I have money, he will buy me a whole garage of luxury cars, exchange one car every day to drive. After that. He has truly succeeded in becoming famous. The car I drive is still the old BYD I bought that year. Before the interview starts. I overheard two young girls discussing in low voices. "Tell me, what kind of background does Lam Tri Vi have? Rolls-Royce, Bentley, Lamborghini, they change cars every day." The other girl made a gesture of silence. "Anyway, her background is definitely not small." "Maybe she's some golden family. Don't talk bad behind her back anymore, be careful of offending her." Thinking of this, I slightly curled my lips. Using my money to support another woman. These debts. Sooner or later, I will calculate each item with Giang Du. In the car. I took out my phone and called a familiar number. Wen Hoa's voice was respectful: "Miss, what advice do you have?" "Help me investigate a person named Lam Tri Vi. She is the woman Jiang Du raised outside. Within three days, I want to get all the evidence of Giang Du's adultery and all the documents necessary to sue for divorce." "Yes." After two seconds of hesitation, she continued to say: "Yesterday, Jiang Du transferred three hundred million assets in the marriage. We have the complete chain of evidence." correction.”“I know.”After hanging up the phone. I tiredly leaned my head against the back of the chair. On Hoa is a trusted person that my parents left me before they passed away. Under her, there is also a group of extremely talented people. All these years. They only do two things. One is to find the woman that Giang Du raised outside. Second, supervise the company managed by Giang Du and all assets in his name. In case you transfer assets or create fake debts without my knowledge. But those things. Indeed, Giang Du did not miss a single thing. I drove back to the villa. That is also my and Giang Du's wedding house. When changing shoes at the entrance. My eyes accidentally glanced at the pink diamond ring placed on the marble table. This is the only item I ever actively asked Giang Du for. It is a relic my mother left behind before she passed away. Normally, I wear it every day, never taking it off even for a moment. Because today I have to participate in recording an interview. I don't want to be too showy. Before going out, I temporarily took off my ring and placed it at the entrance. I picked it up. Intentionally exposed to sunlight for observation. No matter how the angle is changed, it is still not as bright as Lam Tri Vi's ring. I have been exposed to countless diamonds and jewelry. Such a poor quality fake product. Why didn't I notice it before? I suddenly remembered a social outing with Giang Du. The customer's wife spoke sarcastically from beginning to end. She glanced at me with a disdainful look on her face: