Tonight, Xiao Zhao still came to our house to sleep.

She said she was scared, afraid that the person would stand by her bed again at night.

I agreed. For some reason, I always felt that the person by the bed was somehow related to my husband's and son's unusual behavior.

Before going to bed at night, my husband brought me a glass of milk: "Wife, it was my fault during the day. I shouldn't have been so harsh on Duoduo. I made you a glass of milk. Have a good rest tonight and don't be mad at me."

I nodded but remained silent. My son, seeing my reaction, seemed very angry, and soon he bumped his little head against my husband's clothes before pushing him out.

I didn't drink the milk but instead fed it to my son.

Tonight, I planned to watch for that strange person to see what he really wanted to do. Milk is calming, so I was afraid I'd fall asleep after drinking it.

But strangely, I pretended to be asleep until midnight, and the strange figure from last night did not appear.

On the contrary, I heard a series of heavy breaths coming from the guest room.

Strange? Isn’t Xiao Zhao sleeping in the guest room? Could something have happened to her?

I carefully lifted the blanket, the son beside me was sleeping soundly, even slightly snoring.

I didn’t dare to make a sound, opened the door quietly to check on Xiao Zhao.

Unexpectedly, just as I walked to the living room, I heard Xiao Zhao's voice from the guest room.

"Bro, be gentle. What if Sister Wang hears us?"

"Ha, that woman won’t hear us. I put sleeping pills in her milk. This is thrilling."

After five or six years of marriage, no one knows better than me what Xiao Zhao and my husband are doing.

I felt no waves in my heart and just wanted to find out who was the person last night.

The conversation continued in the room:

"Brother Zhang, how was my performance yesterday? I saw Sister Wang was scared stiff. She has no idea the figure standing by the bed was actually on my bed, haha."

"Not bad, actually, I stood by her bed for a while after going back yesterday. That woman is naturally paranoid. Maybe we don’t even need to do anything, and she’d scare herself to death."

"When she dies, won’t the house and money all be ours?"

"……"

I didn't listen further and went back to my room.

"Naturally paranoid" "Do it" "Scare to death"……

A huge conspiracy formed in my mind……

Zhang Yu, if you are merciless, don’t blame me for being unkind.