Big Shot's Sweetheart Shocked the World Again!-Chapter 213: Waiting for the Tragic Scene of Zuzi Going Mad and Breaking Down

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Chapter 213: Chapter 213: Waiting for the Tragic Scene of Zuzi Going Mad and Breaking Down

Xi Ruzhu eagerly awaited Zuzi’s imprisonment, expecting her to break down in tears, or at the very least, be terrified out of her wits.

Unexpectedly, when the staff led Zuzi past her cell 606, she noticed that Zuzi appeared relaxed and carefree, without the slightest hint of fear.

It seemed less like she was being detained and more like she was on vacation at a hotel!

Watching Zuzi nonchalantly go upstairs, she overheard the staff member carrying the keys say that Zuzi was being held in a special confinement room for hardened criminals—sealed with 80 centimeters of steel plates all around, much more airtight than the thin steel-plated counseling room at school.

It’s said that in such a room, confinement for even an hour, let alone a day, can drive anyone to collapse. Many suspects unwilling to confess would quickly spill everything, begging to be let out.

Xi Ruzhu finally felt a bit more at ease.

Locked in such a room, Zuzi would likely break down soon.

==

Corridor.

The staff member led Zuzi into cell 909, irritably leaning against the corridor window, smoking a cigarette.

Lately, his wife kept picking fights, giving him the cold shoulder over nothing.

They argued over trivial matters, like him tossing his socks in the wrong spot, and she would scold him. Even coming home late after a drink with colleagues led to a cold war.

He truly couldn’t understand marriage—why make oneself suffer, finding a new mother to control him?

Might as well get a divorce!

He finished half a pack of cigarettes.

Just as he intended to return to work, he glanced at Zuzi’s sealed confinement room, and suddenly Zuzi’s clear, lively voice echoed in his mind: "...Don’t sulk and have cold wars with your wife, go back and apologize, surprises await."

What the hell, how did this young girl know he was feuding with his wife?

He shook his head.

Ha, how amusing, why should a grown man have to be the one to admit fault first?

Don’t men need to maintain their pride and backbone?

==

After lunch.

As usual, it was time for the detained suspects to line up in the backyard for some air.

Xi Ruzhu trailed at the back of the line, slowly moving and occasionally straining her neck, waiting to see Zuzi look haggard and plead for mercy.

Unexpectedly.

She was disappointed once again!

Zuzi descended leisurely from the ninth floor.

The staff member beside her looked at her with satisfaction and admiration, personally guiding her to a sunny spot in the garden.

As they passed by Xi Ruzhu, snippets of their conversation reached her ears:

"Miss Xi, you’re amazing! I just called my wife to make peace, spoke softly, promised to come straight home after work to wash socks, not drink with friends, and take her for walks..."

"Then she suddenly told me she was at the hospital about to have an abortion! Scared me to death."

"Luckily, I apologized in time. She stepped off the operating table and gave me a second chance."

"Miss Xi, if it weren’t for your advice, my own child would have been lost on that surgery table because of me."

"Only now do I realize my wife’s recent bad temper was just early pregnancy symptoms... Thank you for enlightening me..."

The admirer spoke with immense gratitude.

Zuzi simply smiled faintly, "Oh, yeah. Men who love their wives have a bright future and long-lasting fortune, remember that."

Xi Ruzhu listened, utterly confused.

But she vaguely grasped that Zuzi had helped the staff member in some way, making him extremely grateful.

It really frustrated her!

Why didn’t the staff treat her with the same patience, care, and admiration?

What incredible skills could Zuzi possibly have? Just a blind cat occasionally bumping into a dead mouse, at best.

The next moment.

She began to sense something wasn’t right.

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