I believe anything my wife says

Jiang Ze gazed into the man's deep eyes and pressed his lips together. A flicker of hesitation crossed his eyes before he finally spoke.

"Uncle Zhiyuan... do you believe me?"

Meng Zhiyuan's gaze darkened, something Jiang Ze couldn't decipher stirring within it. A few seconds of silence passed between them before the man's low voice sounded.

"Yes, I believe you."

The man's tone seemed almost casual, yet to Jiang Ze, those words carried immense weight.

He always seemed to trust me...

Jiang Ze lowered his eyes, feeling a little down. Even without him saying anything, how could someone as smart as Meng Zhiyuan not have noticed the holes he'd left in his story?

He simply hadn't pressed him about them.

Yet Jiang Ze had kept so much from him.

"What's wrong? Didn't you say you had something to tell me?"

Meng Zhiyuan lightly touched the boy's forehead, his large hand slowly brushing aside his hair to reveal his delicate features.

He seemed a little dejected, his lovely eyes lowered.

"Um... I overheard something just now..."

Jiang Ze told him about the scheme Meng Zhixiong and his wife had been discussing, but the man showed no surprise.

He pouted, a little angry. "You don't believe me?"

Why else would you be so calm? That's your eldest brother plotting to murder his own father!

A cold glint flashed through Meng Zhiyuan's eyes, but the sight of the boy puffing out his cheeks in indignation made the corners of his mouth lift.

He slowly leaned toward the small, fair earlobe of the boy in his arms and kissed it gently.

His voice was low and unhurried, carrying a seductive note that sent a shiver through Jiang Ze.

"How could I not? I believe anything my wife says..."

Jiang Ze's eyes widened. His face