Chapter 3 Mr. Sheng, you've mistaken the wrong person

Lin Chuyi's eyes widened in an instant. Fiancé? Where did this fiancé come from?

The man seemed to sense her gaze and turned to look at her. Then he said, "She didn't hit anyone. She was with me all of last night. We had planned to register our marriage today, but instead, she ended up detained here. I've been searching for her all day until I found her."

Lin Chuyi furrowed her brow. Why could people lie so easily these days? Lin Yueqin could spout lies without batting an eyelid, and now this suddenly appeared "fiancé" was talking nonsense too, but he spoke as if it were true. Even she, the person concerned, was almost convinced.

In fact, she really wanted to ask who he was, but the desire to get out from the "iron cage" overshadowed all her doubts. She kept her mouth shut very rationally, not saying a word, lest she give herself away and arouse the suspicion of the police officers.

Who cares who he is, she thought. The priority was to get out first.

Soon, the bail procedures were completed, and she was led out of the police station by the man.

The moment she stepped out of the station's door, Lin Chuyi took a deep breath of air. The taste of freedom! She was finally out!

Lin Yueqin, we're not done yet! Wen Nianyou, you wait for me!

The man opened the car door, his voice cold and harsh, "Get in the car, we're going to see my mother first."

Lin Chuyi: "..."

Hadn't she already been released? Why was he still keeping up the act?

Considering he had just helped her, Lin Chuyi politely said, "Mr. Sheng, isn't it? I'm very grateful that you bailed me out, but I don't know you, so I can't go meet your mother with you, sorry."

"It's normal that you don't remember me, we've only met twice before."

"Met before? When was that?"

"Three years ago, once at a charity dinner, and another time at my mother's birthday party."

"I've never attended any charity dinner, and I don't know your mother, nor have I been to her birthday party."

"It's useless for you to deny it, and it's also futile for you to run away. The marriage was arranged by our parents. You can't marry anyone else but me."

Lin Chuyi realized she was not on the same wavelength as him, "Mr. Sheng, have you mistaken me for someone else? I don't know anything about what you're saying. My name is Lin Chuyi. I'm not the fiancée you're looking for."

A trace of impatience showed on the handsome man's face, "I don't have time to play games with you right now. Get in the car! The wedding can't be delayed any further!"

Lin Chuyi also ran out of patience and turned to walk away. She wasn't going to get in his car just because he was handsome!

She was still seething with anger and wanted to rush home to settle accounts with Lin Yueqin! If he hadn't bailed her out, would she be wasting her breath arguing with him here?

The man, however, stepped forward and pulled her back, "Are you going to meet my mother with me, or would you like to continue being detained at the police station? If you don't acknowledge our relationship, then I can go tell the police that you aren't the person I was looking for, which would invalidate the bail."

Lin Chuyi stopped in her tracks. She had been locked up for a day, physically and emotionally exhausted. The "iron cage" was simply no place for a person, and right now, she would rather meet the king of hell than the police again.

She decided to appease her "good fiancé" for now!

It was just a matter of meeting the fiancé's mother, not really the king of hell. It shouldn't take up too much time.

Once his mother saw her, she would naturally realize that her son had mistaken someone else for his fiancée. Since they were the ones who had made the mistake, they would be the ones at a disadvantage. Surely they wouldn't send her back to the police station and say the bail was invalid afterward, right?

Lin Chuyi got into the car and followed the man back to a villa.

The villa wasn't large, but the environment was exquisite. In the night, the purple tulips in the garden swayed gently, a testament to the owner's refined taste.

Passing through the living room, Lin Chuyi followed the man upstairs and entered a bedroom.

On the bed lay a woman with swollen cheeks and a pale complexion. The fragrant aroma of fresh flowers in the room couldn't mask the scent of decay within.

Lin Chuyi was a doctor; she had seen too many patients and knew what that smell meant—the woman's time was running out.

Sheng Tingyuan stepped forward, his voice low, "Mom, she's here."

The woman opened her eyes and looked towards Lin Chuyi by his side.

After looking for a while, a smile emerged on her pale face, "Xiaoyi, you're here."

She struggled to sit up and with the help of her son managed to lean against the headboard. Then she weakly motioned to Lin Chuyi, "Come here. It's been a long time, have you forgotten Aunt Tang?"

Lin Chuyi hesitated and stepped forward, "What did you just call me?" Why did this woman know her name?