He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Wen Zhaoci's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, and the gentle aura around him suddenly vanished, his whole body tensing up instantly.

His heart immediately jumped.

My wife's secret?

Is it something he doesn't know?

At that moment, he automatically blocked out the jokes of others, the clinking of glasses, and the music playing in his ears.

My heart tightened slightly, and my mind raced with all sorts of thoughts.

Was it a small thing from her past? Or something she had never told him? Or perhaps... some past he didn't know about?

Wen Zhaoci raised her eyes without changing her expression, her dark eyes fixed on the drunken Zhao Muze. Her tone was a few degrees deeper than before, carrying a barely perceptible seriousness: "What secret?"

Seeing that he had taken the bait, Zhao Muze secretly smiled, becoming even more mysterious. He leaned closer, his breath low, and said, "I'll tell you a secret: my wife specifically told me not to talk about this outside, and not to tell anyone."

He paused, patted Wen Zhaoci on the shoulder, and said in a serious yet gossipy tone, "We're brothers, so I'll make an exception and only tell you."

Jiang Shangyu, who was not far away, had sharp ears and vaguely heard the word "secret." Instantly intrigued, he leaned over, a playful look on his face, and asked, "What secret? And you're doing it secretly? Tell me, we'll share the joy!"

Gu Shiyan also glanced sideways, raising an eyebrow and teasing, "Exactly, are you keeping secrets from your brothers? It's not appropriate to whisper behind our backs, is it?"

Chi Nanli, who had been slumped to the side, instantly sat up, temporarily forgetting her heartbreak. With her eyes red and swollen, she chimed in, "I want to hear too! I'm the worst off right now anyway, I'll just listen to some secrets and have some fun!"

The three of them stared intently at the two approaching figures, their curiosity piqued.

Zhao Muze immediately raised his hand and waved it, shaking his head like a rattle-drum, drunkenly protecting the secret: "No, no! Absolutely not! My wife said you can't tell anyone! But I'm only telling Aci!"

He was completely drunk at the moment, but he remembered his wife's instructions perfectly and refused to say a word to anyone else, thus keeping everyone in suspense.

Wen Zhaoci's mood sank completely.

His fingertips curled slightly, and the unease in his heart grew stronger.

Wen Zhaoci lowered his brows, deliberately suppressing the surging emotions in his heart. His voice was low, filled with his unique patience, and a hint of nervousness that he himself was unaware of: "Speak, no one here can hear you."

Jiang Shangyu, Gu Shiyan, and Chi Nanli, who were standing nearby, all sat up straight instantly.

The private room fell silent instantly, all eyes fixed on the two whispering amongst themselves.

Zhao Muze's head was spinning; the alcohol had completely clouded his judgment.

He thought he had lowered his voice, but he was very close, right next to Wen Zhaoci's ear, looking as cautious as if he were afraid of being overheard.

In reality, alcohol impairs self-control, and while the voice was subconsciously softened, it remained clear and loud, reaching the ears of everyone present without missing a single detail.

He spoke earnestly and mysteriously: "Well, I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else. Fu Yanchen and your wife are half-siblings, sharing the same mother but different fathers."

The words landed like a muffled thunderclap from a clear sky.

The air instantly froze completely.

The soft background music was still playing slowly, but it seemed particularly abrupt, and the atmosphere in the entire private room instantly changed from relaxed and lively to stiff and eerie.

Zhao Muze, oblivious to the awkward atmosphere, continued explaining earnestly, "I only found out a few days ago when I went to meet my wife's best friend. It was her best friend's aunt who told me, and she was very certain, without any ambiguity."

"That aunt and your wife's mother were best friends when they were young. She watched Fu Yanchen being born and growing up. She witnessed it with her own eyes, so there's absolutely no mistake about it."

After he finished speaking, he proudly raised his chin, feeling that he had obtained a huge exclusive piece of information that he wanted to secretly share with Wen Zhaoci.

But the moment the words left his mouth, the entire room fell silent.

Jiang Shangyu's playful smile froze completely. His lips were still slightly upturned, but his eyes instantly turned astonished, his face full of disbelief.

Gu Shiyan frowned slightly, his eyes filled with shock. He was completely stunned and couldn't believe the news.

Only Chi Nanli blinked, unable to react for a long time, and muttered blankly to himself, "...half-siblings??"

This is outrageous!

Wen Zhaoci's fingertips were completely cold, his knuckles gripping the wine glass turned slightly white, and he tightened his grip so hard that he almost crushed the glass.

His eyes were deep and turbulent, with an undercurrent of tension.

Zhao Muze, on the other side, was slow to react for several seconds before belatedly realizing what was happening.

He turned his head blankly, looking at Jiang Shangyu and Gu Shiyan, who were both stunned and shocked, and then at the dejected Chi Nanli. His brain went blank for three seconds.

I've sobered up quite a bit.

Was he... speaking too loudly?

Zhao Muze swallowed hard, looking guilty. "...You...you all heard that?"

Jiang Shangyu gasped, regaining his senses, and said in a shocked tone, "I heard it! With that volume, it was impossible not to hear!"

Gu Shiyan nodded repeatedly, his eyes still filled with disbelief: "My God, such a big secret, my sister didn't even tell me."

The atmosphere in the private room completely changed, and everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on Wen Zhaoci, who remained silent.

The boy lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealing all emotions within them, and his whole being exuded a chilling aura, his silence frightening.

Zhao Muze sobered up completely, feeling annoyed and extremely embarrassed.

He originally intended to secretly share inside information with his brothers, hoping to appear well-informed, but his slip of the tongue exposed him in public.

He looked cautiously at the silent Wen Zhaoci and spoke weakly, "Um... Zhaoci... this is true, that aunt witnessed it herself, there's no mistake..."

Wen Zhaoci remained silent and did not speak.

But beneath those dark, silent eyes, a monstrous storm had already been brewing.

He suddenly felt an urge to see Sang Jiuning immediately.

Zhao Muze pursed his dry lips, lowered his voice, and continued with a hint of lingering fear in his tone, "I haven't finished yet. That auntie said something even more frightening."

As soon as the words were spoken, Jiang Shangyu and the others held their breath, their hearts sinking inexplicably, vaguely guessing that it wouldn't be anything good.

Zhao Muze's eyes were complicated as he clearly stated, word by word: "That aunt said that Fu Yanchen has been mentally unhealthy since childhood, has a serious mental illness, and his mental state has always been abnormal. He has been paranoid and violent since childhood, and is completely different from ordinary children."

"When he was five years old, he pushed Sang Jiuning's mother, who was also his mother, off the building with his own hands."

"boom--"

These words struck everyone like a thunderbolt.