My Hubby Can’t Stop Pampering Me
Chapter 1545 - 1538: The Culprit Behind the Scenes (4)

Chapter 1545: Chapter 1538: The Culprit Behind the Scenes (4)

It’s all just leveraging relationships, without any intimate actions. Is it what she thought it was?

She suddenly remembered that when Qin Zhiyou had been pushed into confessing to her before, he had already said it: he hadn’t touched those other women, he only had her. At that time, of course, she didn’t believe him. She wasn’t someone who liked dredging up the past; while she felt a bit jealous, she wouldn’t dwell on it for long.

But now, what did these two officers mean?

Regardless of what happened before, at least after they were married, he had never wronged her?

For a fleeting moment, her mind felt like it was being blown through by a gust of wind. She wanted to call the officers back and ask for clarity. She also wanted to summon Qin Zhiyou and interrogate him thoroughly. Was this official confirmation? During interrogations, they couldn’t lie; it would need to hold up in court as evidence, right?

So... was everything Qin Zhiyou said back then true? He really only had her, and he never had an intimate relationship with any of those people?

Lu Weixi’s mind was in disarray, and just then, as she struggled with her chaotic thoughts, her eyes unconsciously glanced at Qin Zhiyou’s left-behind wallet.

She had never looked at Qin Zhiyou’s wallet before, but this time, it was as if she noticed there was a photo inside—a faint silhouette of a man and woman. Injured and unable to move, she raised her hand, still attached to the IV drip, and painstakingly managed to get the wallet in front of her. She opened it, and sure enough, there was a photo tucked inside. But the man and woman in the photo weren’t her or Qin Zhiyou; they looked like his parents when they were young.

This wallet was clearly something he carried intimately. It was obvious that the photo was his deepest tether. Upon seeing that the woman in the photo wasn’t herself, Lu Weixi was just about to put it back when she suddenly noticed that the photo was slightly bulging, as if something was behind it.

Exerting a bit more effort, she pulled out the paper behind the photo. What came into view was a reimbursement slip, dated X year X month X day, noting that a certain vehicle had violated parking regulations and incurred a fine of 200 yuan.

The problem was, the license plate on that vehicle—it was her car.

Lu Weixi thought about it for a long time before finally remembering that this was the parking violation she had received long ago. At the time, her relationship with Qin Zhiyou had been tense, and she still had to ask him for money every month to cover her mother’s medical expenses. Over this 200-yuan ticket, she had even sparred with Qin Zhiyou for a bit.

But why had he kept this all along? And why had he carefully hidden it behind his parents’ photo?

—Combined with what the officers had just said, there were things she’d never dared think about before. But now, it seemed that in an instant, she understood.

When Qin Zhiyou returned, Lu Weixi had already put the wallet back in its original place, carefully stowing away the ticket as well. Qin Zhiyou began placing items one by one, even saying to her, "Thank goodness the hospital has a supermarket and a cafeteria. You’re sick now and also recovering postpartum, so I didn’t dare buy random things for you. Get through this meal first—if it’s not to your liking, I’ll ask the chef to make something special for you next time."

Lu Weixi listened quietly, and when Qin Zhiyou finished speaking, he noticed that she was staring at him unblinkingly, her gaze steady yet profound. A little puzzled, he asked, "What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?" He thought for a moment and added, "Oh, right, earlier I didn’t tell Mom that you were tied up because I didn’t want her to worry herself sick. I’ll call her right now."

Lu Weixi shook her head. In truth, she really wanted to ask if what she had been thinking earlier was real.

However, seeing Qin Zhiyou’s current expression of nervous concern, she understood—some words didn’t need to be spoken aloud.