C18

On this day, Zi Yan was very happy. When she was young, she once had a wish, and that was to be like today.

In the evening, Zhuo WeiTing didn't return for dinner. Zi Yan heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt a layer of worry.

After the meal, Zi Yan returned to her room. Today, she didn't dare to wear her pajamas because she was afraid that Zhuo Weiting would be angry again.

She chose a more conservative white pajamas in the closet, but the clothes were a bit large. She wondered if the clothes inside were bought at Song Laidi's size.

Looking at the phone in her bedroom, Zi Yan picked it up and put it down again. She remembered that there was a phone number in the shop beside Ah mama's house. She had called it a few times, but she didn't know if they would call her at this late hour or not.

She picked up the phone and put it back on the line. In the end, she gave up and decided to call again during the day.

Lying on the bed, this was the most peaceful night Zi Yan had slept in since she was brought to the Song Family.

When Zhuo WeiTing returned, it was already 2 in the morning.

All day, he had been searching for information about the Song Family. Obviously, the information was not detailed, but at least he was sure that the woman in his bed wasn't the person he should marry.

Song Laidi was still in the Song Family and he had seen a picture of Song Laidi.

She had appeared on the day of the wedding, and was clearly much taller than the little woman on the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the little woman who was smiling as she fell asleep. He was a little angry.

He wanted to pinch the tip of her nose, but he stopped at the small, raised nose.

Even now, he still had some doubts towards what she said last night. He wanted to know what exactly was happening after he was drugged.

"Are you really the dead daughter of the Song Family?"

Zhuo WeiTing's hand followed the bridge of her nose down to her lips.

Looking at her red lips, Zhuo WeiTing's body clearly reacted. Since they were still in the nuptial period, it was normal for them to have physiological reactions. However, the woman on the bed was most likely less than twenty years old.

"Ugh …"

Zhuo Wei Ting's hand unconsciously exerted more force, and Zi Yan also woke up from her sleep.

"You're back?"

Zi Yan opened her eyes, obviously frightened.

Zhuo Weitang didn't say anything and only pulled back his hand and began to take off his clothes.

"I'll give you a bath."

Zi Yan was startled, remembering what her sister-in-law said, she lifted the blanket and said.

Zhuo Weitang still did not speak. His face was tense as if he had been cut by someone.

Only a third of the bathtub was filled, but Zhuo Weiting had already entered.

"Sorry, the water isn't ready yet."

Zi Yan stood up, at a loss of what to do. The bathtub was too big, it would take at least 10 minutes to fill up a vat of water.

"You still haven't answered my question from yesterday. What did your sisters do to you that day?"

At this moment, Zhuo WeiTing only had his boxer pants, and he was leaning on the bathroom door, casting a sidelong glance at Zi Yan.

Zi Yan's heart sank a little bit. Even though her father had said it was okay to not say it, but facing such a frightening Zhuo Wei Ting, she was really afraid.

Her mind rumbled as she tried to think of how she could round out the words she had just used.

"If you don't say it, then leave the Zhuo Family right now."

Zhuo Wei Ting stepped forward and held Zi Yan's hand tightly as he said this.