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Just as I was about to delve deeper into my search, my phone suddenly popped up a message: Your account has been logged out.
What the...? I tried to log back in, but it said the password was incorrect.
What’s going on?
"Madam, what are you busy with?"
Aunt Zhou appeared at the door, smiling at me.
I quickly locked my screen. "Nothing, just browsing Weibo."
"Is that so?" She shook her phone. "The sir just sent a message saying your phone might be infected and asked me to help you reset your password."
I: ??? This script doesn’t add up!
"Aunt Zhou, how do you have my husband’s password?"
I stared intently at her phone screen.
"Oh dear, I've been taking care of the sir for so many years; of course, I need to stay in touch," she said confidently. "Besides, Miss An specifically instructed me before she left..."
I suddenly stood up. "Aunt Zhou, do you know Miss An very well?"
Her expression changed, and she turned to leave.
I blocked her path. "Is there something of Miss An's in that locked box? What is your relationship with her?"
"Madam, are you questioning me?" Aunt Zhou sneered. "Do you really think, given your current status, that you deserve to know these things?"
Wow, she’s really flipping the table here!
I pulled out my phone. "Then I’ll just call Song Ming and get to the bottom of this!"
"Go ahead," Aunt Zhou said with an air of confidence. "But the sir is currently in an important meeting; if he gets disturbed over something trivial like this..."
I gritted my teeth and said, "Aunt Zhou, are you threatening me?"
"I'm just reminding you," she replied with an inscrutable smile.
"Madam, in this house, there are some things you’d be better off not knowing too well. After all..."
She leaned closer to my ear and whispered, "You are not like Miss An; you are merely a substitute."
Her words struck me like a heavy blow to the heart.
I watched Aunt Zhou walk out of the room with a triumphant air, suddenly realizing something:
This was no mere housekeeper; she was clearly a ticking time bomb!
A substitute? How interesting.
I opened my laptop and searched for "Song Ming Miss An."
To my shock, I found a news article from three years ago: "The engagement party of the young heir of the Song Group turns into a memorial service after his fiancée dies unexpectedly."
The accompanying photo featured a woman who looked strikingly similar to me!
I trembled as I clicked on the article:
Anwen, twenty-five years old, attending physician at a well-known hospital, fell to her death while on duty on the day of her engagement.
A doctor?
Suddenly, I recalled the "medicine" that Song Ming took every day.
Just as I was about to continue my search, I heard the sound of a door opening downstairs.
I quickly closed the webpage and saw that Song Ming had unexpectedly returned early.
"Honey, why are you back so soon today?"
"Mr. Song, your lunch medication!" Aunt Zhou rushed out at lightning speed, cutting off my words.
I watched coldly: here we go again.
Sure enough, Song Ming obediently took his medicine while Aunt Zhou stood by, watching intently.
The scene felt increasingly eerie.
"By the way, sir, Aunt Zhou took the medicine box," she said. "The madam has been investigating Miss An all day."
What the hell? Is she really going to report this?
Song Ming's expression darkened. "Did we not agree not to mention this?"
"But the madam insisted on digging into it," Aunt Zhou added, embellishing her words. "She even sneaked into my room, trying to pry open my suitcase."
Goodness, is she trying to put me in a dead end?
"Honey, I was just curious..." I explained.
"Enough!" Song Ming suddenly exploded in anger. "This matter is not to be mentioned again! Aunt Zhou, you can leave now."
After Aunt Zhou left, I confronted him directly. "So Anwen is your ex-fiancée? The one who had an accident on your engagement day?"
Song Ming's face turned pale. "What have you found out?"
"I found out she's a doctor, that she fell from a building, and also..." I stepped closer to him, "that she looks just like me."
"Stop investigating," he said wearily, rubbing his temples. "Some things are better left unknown."
"Oh, so I'm just a stand-in?"
I sneered. "You married me just because I resemble her?"
Song Ming fell silent.
This silence was more lethal than a thousand words.
I turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Please, stop looking into it."
His tone was off; I turned back to meet his eyes filled with fear.
Isn't he supposed to be angry? Why does he look scared?
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