When Sheng Yueyue saw He Aijun’s cold, sinister gaze, it was as if she were back in her previous life, right in the middle of one of their arguments.

At that moment, she couldn’t tell whether she was in her past life or her present one. The scenes in her mind kept flashing, one after another.

They were all unhappy memories, and her face twisted in extreme anger.

But she made no move. She just stared silently at the "husband" before her, as if waiting for something.

Seeing her quiet down, He Aijun assumed the woman on the ground had been cowed by his threat.

A cold sneer touched his lips. "If you keep acting crazy like that, I’ll really have you sent to a psychiatric hospital."

Sheng Yueyue seemed not to hear him. She remained completely unaffected, her face still contorted in that twisted expression.

This left He Aijun uncertain. Was she truly mad, or just pretending? For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he should leave.

As he stood there thinking, a crowd of onlookers had already gathered around them.

"Heh..." Suddenly, Sheng Yueyue let out a strange, eerie laugh. She lifted her head and looked at the crowd.

Her face was triumphant. "Does everyone think I’m crazy and spouting nonsense? Everything I’ve said is true."

"He Aijun and I are husband and wife; we’ve shared the same bed. You have a large black mole on your inner left thigh and two small black moles on your right leg."

"I remember these private details about you very clearly. Do you dare to show everyone?"

After she spoke, Sheng Yueyue smiled coldly. Her confident, self-assured manner was almost convincing.

But when the crowd saw He Aijun’s calm expression, they weren’t about to believe her ravings.

In reality, He Aijun was not nearly as calm as he appeared. A tempest was raging inside him.

’How could this woman possibly know about the moles? Not even my own brothers, the people closest to me, know about them.’

’It’s been my secret my whole life. I never thought Sheng Yueyue would know, and what’s more shocking is that she actually announced it in public.’

"You..." He opened his mouth to retort.

But Sheng Yueyue cut him off. "You don’t have to ask how I know. Like I said, it’s all true." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"You’re the one who wrongly accused me of being crazy, so I just wanted to prove to everyone that I’m not lying."

"If you all don’t believe me, then he can just take off his clothes and let everyone have a look. I guarantee you’ll all believe me then."

Seeing everyone’s dumbstruck faces after she spoke, she felt a sudden rush of vindictive pleasure.

Her eyes gleamed with triumph, as if she could already picture He Aijun’s utter humiliation.

A wicked smile played on her lips; she could almost see He Aijun shrinking under the crowd’s mockery and scorn, with nowhere to hide his shame.

Her eyes, full of provocation, were fixed on He Aijun. "What’s the matter, you don’t dare? Should I tell everyone what you’re like in bed?"

"I know every inch of your body, down to every last pore. And everyone’s eager to see if I’m lying, aren’t they?"

Hearing Sheng Yueyue’s words grow more and more outrageous, He Aijun was convinced she really had gone mad.

But most of what this madwoman was saying was true, which was why the crowd was wavering.

So, with an air of righteous indignation, he snapped, "Sheng Yueyue has lost her mind! Only a lunatic would believe a word she says."

’As long as I don’t take off my clothes in public, no one will ever know if she’s telling the truth or not.’

’This woman is being vicious, bringing this on herself. She can’t blame me for striking first.’

"I don’t believe her nonsense. Everyone in the compound knows she’s Song Zijin’s lawfully wedded wife," Dong Yuanyuan said, the first to speak up.

She had been looking for a chance to crush this madwoman, Sheng Yueyue. What better time than now!

"That’s right, how come we’ve never heard that Sheng Yueyue and He Aijun are married?" a woman asked, perplexed.

"She’s crazy. I heard a month ago that she’d lost her mind. We all know she’s Song Zijin’s wife."

"Crazy people are terrifying. You don’t think she’s so obsessed she dreams of marrying He Aijun, do you?"

"He Aijun is such a catch. Is there any girl in this compound who wouldn’t want to marry him?"

"Where’s Song Zijin? Someone go get him, quick! His wife has gone mad."

As Sheng Yueyue listened to the chattering crowd, all of them disbelieving her, her triumphant smile froze on her face.

She looked at the crowd and shouted anxiously, "What? You don’t believe me? I’m telling the truth!"

"Stop insisting. No crazy person ever admits they’re crazy."

"Exactly! We’re all sane here. We’re not going to be swayed by some madwoman!"

"Someone get Song Zijin over here to take this lunatic home. Stop making a scene in public."

Sheng Yueyue glanced at the agitated crowd. Every single one of them was staring at her with disbelief.

She was furious. ’My intention was to have everyone witness He Aijun’s disgrace.’

’To make him understand the terrifying power of public opinion. And I was supposed to be the final winner.’

’But how did the result turn out so different from what I expected?’

’Where did it all go wrong?’

The reason she’d said all that was a gamble—she was betting on He Aijun’s sense of justice.

In her past life, no matter how much the He family had tormented her, He Aijun had always been just. As long as she wasn’t in the wrong, he would stand by her.

But how could she have known that the He Aijun of this life was a despicable, shameless villain!

"He Aijun, don’t push me too far!" Sheng Yueyue roared. Her fists were clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white, and her eyes blazed with fury.

She stared at He Aijun, his smile so jarring she wanted nothing more than to punch him dead.

"How am I pushing you? Have you forgotten who started this?" He Aijun retorted, his tone stern and righteous.

"Hmph. You think this is enough to break me? Since you won’t let me live in peace, I’ll make sure you don’t either. I’m going to make you feel what it’s like to fall from grace."

Song Zijin, who had just rushed over on his bicycle, arrived just in time to hear Sheng Yueyue spouting such vitriol. "Sheng Yueyue, have you completely lost your mind?!" he roared.

"Song Zijin, are you even a man? Everyone is ganging up on your wife, and you’re helping them? You’re a pathetic coward!"

Sheng Yueyue screamed in fury. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she looked like a demoness crawling out from the depths of hell.

The expression on her face was savage, like a viper flicking its tongue as it prepared to strike its prey.

"Sheng Yueyue, you are truly despicable! I must have been blind to marry a woman as unhinged as you."

Song Zijin said, exasperated and furious. His hands trembled slightly as he stared at Sheng Yueyue’s crazed face, the fire in his heart burning hotter and hotter.

His patience had reached its absolute limit. He was genuinely afraid he might not be able to stop himself from strangling her.

"Hahaha! Song Zijin, you’re just a coward! Can someone like you even be called a man?"

Every one of Sheng Yueyue’s words was like a knife stabbing into Song Zijin’s heart, leaving him breathless with pain.

"A coward? Maybe I’ve just been too good to you. Fine. I’m sending you to the asylum right now."