Chapter 82 The Father-in-Law's Will

The words "father-in-law's will" struck Qin Guan like thunder, exploding across his already turbulent mind. He stood frozen in shock, unable to react for several seconds.

Since when?

He actually made a will?

Qin Guan truly had no idea—the in-laws only had Xu Ruyi as their sole heir. Their assets would naturally go to her. Why bother with a will?

The two officers scrutinized him intently, their four eyes raking over his face as if trying to claw open his thoughts. They were clearly testing his reaction.

Qin Guan realized instantly—this was a probe. The police must have recently uncovered this information but hadn't verified it. Or had Xu Ruyi told them?

"You really didn't know about your father-in-law's will? Never saw it?" The young officer smirked, his gaze piercing.

Qin Guan hesitated. If this came from Xu Ruyi, it might be false. But why would she play this card now? What was her aim?

Having witnessed Xu Ruyi's cunning tactics firsthand, Qin Guan knew every move she made targeted him precisely. What was she scheming this time?

He needed to defend himself but first had to discern her strategy.

What if—just if—the will was genuine?

Possible. Qin Guan lowered his eyelids, suppressing rising suspicions. Logically, with only one heir, his in-laws wouldn't need a will. His father-in-law had never distrusted him.

But the mother-in-law might.

Could she have pressured her husband into drafting it? If so, the document would date back over two years. Why had he never heard of it?

Was the will unfavorable to him?

His mind churned, desperate for answers, yet his expression remained placid. Blinking calmly, he faced the officers—their amateurish probing might work on others, but not on him.

"A will?" Qin Guan feigned confusion, brows knitting naturally as if searching his memory. "My wife never mentioned this. Did she tell you? What's in it? Can I help..."

"You didn't know? She kept something this major from you?" The officer's disbelief was palpable, his stare weighing heavily. "The will was drafted over five months ago—back when your wife was still oblivious to your affair with Qi Min. Why wouldn't she inform you?"

Five months ago?

Qin Guan pretended shock while calculating rapidly—his father-in-law had died four months prior. The will was created a month before his death.

Back then, Xu Ruyi genuinely hadn't known about Qi Min. She'd still shared his bed, confided in him nightly, even bought gifts for Qi Min during friendly visits to his office.

However she pretended friendship with Qi Min, her affection for him had been real—he was certain. A woman's body couldn't lie.

So five months ago, when Xu Ruyi remained ignorant, his father-in-law had made a will.

When did she find out? This was critical.

"Qin Guan, truly unaware? None of the clauses concerning you?" The officer pressed, eyes glued to his face, hunting for microexpressions.

The contents undoubtedly involved him.

Their invasive stares prickled Qin Guan's scalp—what exactly did the will say? He burned to know but understood they'd never reveal it.

They wanted reactions: "Your wife didn't tell you? Why? Weren't you like a son to him? How could you not know about something this important?"

Qin Guan's patience frayed. Were it not for self-control, he'd have snapped—what right had they to interrogate him without evidence?

But he held firm. The police lacked concrete proof—this fishing expedition wouldn't trap him. They awaited missteps: panic, denials, breakdowns.

Amateur tricks. He wasn't some foolish client. Qin Guan had buried emotions since childhood.

Finally, the officers relented.

"Fine, go fetch your USB," one said. "Drive yourself. We'll tail you—no objection? My partner needs nap time."

Could he refuse?

Qin Guan waited until the elevator descended before slamming the door viciously.

Alone, his armor crumbled. Seizing Xu Ruyi's windbreaker from the couch, he ripped it apart savagely.

A will.

Before he could unearth evidence against Xu Ruyi, this new obstacle emerged. Where was it? What did it contain?

Worse, she kept playing cards—denying Qi Min's return, stealing his stockings and Qi Min's phone! He still hadn't recovered them.

She'd even tracked Zeng Demei. What had she discovered? Would she reveal the impostor's whereabouts?

Never. Qin Guan glared at her smiling photo on the TV cabinet, shredding the jacket further. She'd never help him clear suspicions.

This woman aimed to choke him.

Now this damned will.

How many cards does she hold?

The destroyed windbreaker pooled at his feet. Qin Guan exhaled, tension easing.

Straightening, he resumed his composed mask. Door opened, he drove calmly toward Jia Yuan Complex—his in-laws' former home.