Two months later, the baby, at 37 weeks, arrived early.

Just out of the delivery room, Gu Qingyu came to see me. After sending everyone else away, his face suddenly turned sinister.

He questioned me, "Tell me, what did Dai Qingshu say to you?"

It was the weakest moment right after giving birth, and I tried my best to put on a bewildered expression, hoping he would spare me.

However, Gu Qingyu had no scruples. He grabbed my collar, using his eyes to intimidate me.

Our eyes met, a battle of wills.

I managed to withstand the immense pressure. Gu Qingyu spoke first, "I don't care what he did; you'd better stay away from him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the baby in the next room suddenly started crying.

I was suddenly inspired by some mysterious force and asked Gu Qingyu, "Does the person you're talking about have a scar on his hand?"

Gu Qingyu snorted coldly, nodded, and squinted his eyes at me, interrogating, "Are you admitting it?"

I nodded, pretending to try hard to recall, and looking into his eyes, I told him:

"When I was copying scriptures in the temple, he found me and said that my sister didn't commit suicide. I was scared. When I was abroad, he found me once again."

Gu Qingyu asked me word by word, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Everything was made up on the spot, and I was terrified, sobbing and unable to speak.

In a panic, the safest thing to do was to mix in some truth. I choked up and asked him back:

"Why would my sister, who was perfectly fine, suddenly commit suicide? I couldn't understand, and I didn't dare to ask you. What do you want me to do? What could I do?"