In this world, what kind of husband would ask his wife to deliver love letters to another woman?
Zhang Wenwen and Liang Xiaoyan exchanged awkward glances for a long moment. Finally, she tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was you, nor did I expect it to be something like this. I’ll tear it up right away.”
“Wait.” Liang Xiaoyan carefully put away the letter filled with the most cheesy love phrases in the world. “Come in and sit down.”
Zhang Wenwen glanced curiously at the pink stationery as she entered the small villa. The interior was elegantly decorated, with exquisite items everywhere. Liang Xiaoyan’s family must be quite prominent; a woman like her deserves someone like Zhu Boyun.
Furrowing her brow slightly, she wondered why she was thinking about this. She wasn’t lacking in anything herself; marrying Zhu Boyun would actually be a loss for her.
“Sister Zhang Wenwen, has your memory still not recovered?” Liang Xiaoyan poured her a cup of floral tea, concern written all over her worried face. Zhang Wenwen felt warmth in her heart and smiled brightly. “It’s fine; amnesia isn’t such a big deal. As long as I can manage my life, that’s enough. But what I’m most suspicious about is my relationship with Zhu Boyun.”
“That night… I… he…”
“I’ve taken your words to heart.” Zhang Wenwen patted Liang Xiaoyan’s hand. “Actually, I suspect he’s using me as a decoy to divert attention from the real culprit.”
“The culprit?” Liang Xiaoyan gasped. “Are you saying someone is trying to kill you?”
Zhang Wenwen nodded seriously. “We’re not sure who the target is yet, but once we find out their goal, we can start investigating. However, I believe this is closely related to Zhu Boyun, whether it’s a crime of passion or something else.”
“As far as I know, Brother Zhu’s company is competing with Finland Group for a piece of land; could it be…” Liang Xiaoyan’s eyes widened as she shook her head vigorously. “No, Jinan Ge is a good person; he wouldn’t resort to such means…”
“Jinan Ge?” Zhang Wenwen grasped Liang Xiaoyan’s hand. “Who is he? Does he have business disputes with Zhu Boyun? Have they argued or fought?”
Liang Xiaoyan's face suddenly turned pale, and she hurriedly withdrew her hand. "Let's not talk about this anymore. How about I take you to see my room?"
This abrupt change of topic only heightened Zhang Wenwen's suspicions. She looked at Liang Xiaoyan seriously and said, "We are not friends."
A flicker of emotion passed through Liang Xiaoyan's eyes, and then she forced a weak smile. "Of course we are friends."
"If we were friends, you wouldn't say my husband is just using me. If we were friends, you wouldn't be so evasive about the truth. If we were friends, why would my husband ask me to deliver love letters to you, and why does it seem so natural for him?" She took a deep breath. "If we were friends, would you let me get hurt? No woman can tolerate her husband's affair with her best friend."
Zhang Wenwen suddenly pulled Liang Xiaoyan up, her eyes sharp as knives. "What exactly is your purpose?"
"No, Sister Zhang Wenwen, please don't misunderstand. It's not what you think. I... they..."
"What do you think I think?" She narrowed her eyes, glaring at Liang Xiaoyan with an imposing presence, determined to force the truth out of her. Although she had amnesia, she was no fool and refused to be toyed with like an idiot.
"I..." Liang Xiaoyan closed her eyes briefly. "Brother Zhu... we used to be in a relationship."
So that was it. Zhang Wenwen understood now; Zhu Boyun had asked her to send the message to let Liang Xiaoyan know his feelings, but also to make herself realize that her presence was temporary. Perhaps from the very beginning, she had been nothing more than a pawn to provoke Liang Xiaoyan.
Her marriage suddenly seemed ridiculous. Just when she began to have expectations for their union, it all became inexplicably pitiful.
Zhu Boyun, you really are something!
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