Wen Xingye's face tensed up, "You went to find her? When?"
"You think that by deleting the chat history on your phone, it means nothing ever happened? That woman showed me her phone, which not only had the chat history where you confessed to her but also your intimate photos together, and videos of you celebrating the child's hundred days and birthday."
Ye Jinyu's lips trembled, and tears fell, "Wen Xingye, how blissfully happy your family of three must be! After watching the videos, I felt like I was the outsider!"
"But, your happiness is all built on my suffering! Are you even human? Treating me this way, aren't you afraid of divine retribution? How can your conscience bear it?"
Wen Xingye's expression fluctuated, and after a long while, he finally said, "Jinyu, the happiness you saw is all fake. I was just acting to make that child happy. That child belongs to a friend of mine. My friend died, and I took care of the two of them for him."
