Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Everyone saw you standing on the roof using amnesia to turn you from the perpetrator to the victim.” Thinking of this, Peng Zezai’s tone became colder.

“I don’t even know what you’re talking about. I really lost my memory. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zhao Jia felt even more wronged. Ten minutes ago, she had just accepted the fact that she was already a married and pregnant woman. Now, she felt truly wronged.

‘So wronged, so wronged.’ She had to repeat the important thing three times!

“At ten o’clock in the morning the day before yesterday, Wanqing fell from the roof of Liyuan, and you fainted on the roof.” Peng Zezai stared at Zhao Jia’s expression, trying to find a flaw in her reaction.

“Who fell? Wanqing? I don’t even remember your name. What victim? I don’t remember anything about the incident or perpetrator.” Zhao Jia’s reaction made Peng Zezai feel a little frustrated. He admitted that as someone who had been in the business for a long time, she seemed genuine.

If it had been someone else who had said those words, he would have believed it.

At this moment, Zhao Jia really felt that her head was hurting. She really did not know anything about the past few years, including whether she had become the perpetrator.

However, she could be certain of one thing. Although she had been pampered since young, her parents had always taught her to be a kind and good person.

Her evaluation of herself was not bad either. Other than occasionally doing a few things she should not have, she definitely did not have any malicious intentions.

She was so kind and cute. How could she push someone down the stairs?

She had always been loved by everyone. She was like a beautiful flower! With such a good-looking face, she had always been very popular.

She did not expect that she would actually be despised by her husband now.

“Peng Zezai.” For some reason, when Peng Zezai heard her say that she did not remember his name, an inexplicable rage rose in his heart.

Peng Zezai? This name did not sound right. It was very… very heartless.

“Could it be that the one who fell downstairs is your lover?” Zhao Jia’s mind was wide open as she began to fantasize endlessly. “You heartless man, you’re too much. You don’t even let me touch such a beautiful hand, but you let that woman touch it?!”

Too much!

It was simply too easy for that lover of his!

No, no, no, what was the word? Mistress! She was a mistress!

Peng Zezai’s hand was the most beautiful hand she had ever seen.

His skin was fair and his fingers were long. They were even more beautiful than her brother’s hands.

It was too much.

Peng Zezai’s usually expressionless face faltered. He frowned slightly and his tone was as indifferent as ever. “Although I don’t have any feelings for you, I won’t go to another woman behind your back.”