[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-turning-false-into-true":3,"chapter-turning-false-into-true-turning-false-into-true-chapter-6":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Turning False into True",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2258531,4406,"Chapter 6: Chapter Four","turning-false-into-true-chapter-6",6,"\u003Cp>“Cousin-in-law!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling neither turned around nor reacted; she kept walking, completely unaware that someone was calling her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Di Zhiwei was certain he hadn’t mistaken her identity—though she wore a mini skirt, a T-shirt, and trendy sneakers, he knew she was Jiang Jie’s wife; such a beautiful woman… men usually never forgot them, no matter what they wore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a few long strides to catch up and blocked her path, flashing his most sincere, charming smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin-in-law, don’t you recognize me?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling looked at him and found him familiar, but couldn’t quite place him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re…” she smiled awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Jiang Jie’s cousin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh right… I remember now!” she smiled even more embarrassedly. “That day… there were so many people, and I was nervous, so I got confused about who was who. Please don’t take it personally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No woman ever forgets my face so easily—you’ve wounded my male pride, you know?” Di Zhiwei joked. “Or is my cousin just too charming? Have you already stopped seeing any other man?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know how to answer that,” Bai Ziling shot back sharply. “Because your cousin isn’t that charming to me, and I really didn’t remember your face.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing she wasn’t shy or introverted, Di Zhiwei boldly made an invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cousin-in-law, you don’t have anything urgent to do, right? Let me buy you coffee.” He was friendly and insistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Call me Ziling or Bai Ziling—never ‘cousin-in-law,’” Bai Ziling stressed first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling,” he immediately complied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m barely twenty—being called cousin-in-law…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And I’m already thirty—calling you cousin-in-law? I’m the one getting the short end!” Di Zhiwei joked good-naturedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I forgot your name…” Bai Ziling smiled apologetically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Di Zhiwei.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Di Zhiwei…” she memorized it. “I should be the one buying you coffee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine! Whoever pays is the same—it’s just coffee together. By the way…” Di Zhiwei wanted things to feel natural, no pretense, so he decided to let her know he was fully aware. “Bai Ziling, I know exactly what’s going on.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You…” Bai Ziling froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m Jiang Jie’s cousin. He’ll inherit five hundred million, and so will I—but I don’t need to fake a marriage.” Di Zhiwei gave her his irresistible, sexy smile. “Of course, five hundred million is awfully tempting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling smiled easily. “Di Zhiwei, you’re easier to get along with than your cousin.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So… do I have a chance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A chance?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After three months, you two divorce…” Di Zhiwei raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got bad intentions!” Bai Ziling glared at him. “I’m still your ‘cousin-in-law’ for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only for these three months.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happens after…” she gave him a knowing smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They picked a nearby American-style restaurant, ordered coffee, sandwiches, fries, and pie. Di Zhiwei noticed Bai Ziling drank her coffee without sugar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s bitter, Bai Ziling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m used to it. I tried sugar, but I just couldn’t drink it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like… you’re a girl who can endure hardship,” Di Zhiwei said with double meaning. “Unless you’re dieting, hardly anyone drinks coffee black—but you’re so thin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Di Zhiwei, tell me about your cousin,” Bai Ziling interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want to know?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything,” Bai Ziling sat up straight, serious. “I know nothing about him. I only know he’s an upright man, living with him isn’t dangerous—but what kind of man is he really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just said it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s just surface. I’m asking about his inner self.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, you’re living under the same roof as him—why don’t you ask him yourself?” Di Zhiwei didn’t want to gossip about Jiang Jie. “He knows himself better than I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We live under the same roof, but he leaves early and comes home late—we rarely see each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t that just like roommates?” Di Zhiwei mocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It is roommates!” Bai Ziling self-deprecatingly laughed. “We’ve been ‘married’ for over two weeks and haven’t shared a single meal. Does he really have endless dinners and social events every day? Isn’t every industry struggling now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My cousin’s business is thriving!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Doesn’t he get tired of socializing every day? Or is it because I’m so unpleasant he doesn’t want to come home and see me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, if you were truly that unpleasant, he wouldn’t have agreed to a fake marriage. I think… he just feels… he doesn’t need to treat you well—or really see you as his wife,” Di Zhiwei said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did some woman hurt him?” Bai Ziling asked directly. “Does he hate all women?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not exactly…” He took a sip of coffee. “He just… doesn’t understand women. He sees them as… something functional, not essential to life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve talked for ages, but it’s all nonsense!” she said bluntly. “It’s not helpful at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, if you’re as sharp as I think you are, enjoy these three months. When it’s over, take the money and leave—that’s better for you,” he said plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean Jiang Jie won’t fall for me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably…” Di Zhiwei hesitated. “If I were him, I’d fall for you. But my cousin…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re still being vague,” she protested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go find out for yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I hardly ever see him—how am I supposed to understand him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What time does he leave every day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. I usually wake up after nine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, you’re lucky,” Di Zhiwei calculated precisely. “I know their department and manager meetings start at eight sharp. From your place to Xinyi District, it takes twenty to thirty minutes by car—plus he needs time to get ready after waking up… you’d have to be up by seven at the latest!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven?!” She hadn’t woken up by seven in years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can sleep till noon. You can stretch this out another two and a half months—three million is yours. That’s the easiest, safest way,” he smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll wake up early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew you’d do that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jiang Jie stepped out of his room, he was drawn by the rich aroma of coffee. Usually, when he left, Bai Ziling was still asleep—what was different today?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling was placing her homemade sandwich on the table. She might not cook, but frying an egg and assembling a clean, nutritious sandwich was no challenge. Seeing Jiang Jie, she smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t need to schedule breakfast?” she teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I only drink coffee.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People who skip breakfast…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, just give me coffee!” Jiang Jie said, glancing at his watch as if he had no time to waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere wasn’t pleasant, but Bai Ziling knew any woman trying to force herself on a man like Jiang Jie was a fool—he wouldn’t let anyone mold him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She poured him coffee and sat quietly across from him, unusually docile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you up so early today?” he asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing special.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie didn’t press further. He picked up the remote, turned on the TV, and started watching the morning news—as if Bai Ziling weren’t there, as if he’d forgotten the coffee in his hand was made by her, as if only he existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling didn’t know if she was furniture or a servant—he had no right to treat her like less than a person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Jie, can’t you at least show some manners?” Bai Ziling couldn’t swallow this. She decided she wouldn’t stay silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie turned his gaze to her. “What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sitting right in front of you. I made breakfast—even if you won’t eat it, I tried. At least you should…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you.” He said only that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s it?” She was deeply disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want me to pay you?” He frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not asking for payment!” Bai Ziling raised her voice. “This isn’t a café—it’s your home!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just want to talk to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Talk…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Jie, I know we’re not real spouses—but even to a friend or roommate, shouldn’t you show a little humanity? I’m a living person. You can talk to me. You can interact with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In the morning I always…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t say you don’t like talking in the morning, or that you’re used to being alone. For the next two and a half months, we’re ‘married.’ We live under the same roof. Don’t treat me like furniture or a decoration, okay?” she demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie just looked innocent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If someone asks about my ‘husband,’ I can’t just say I know nothing!” she argued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, you’re only pretending to be married for sixty or seventy days—you don’t need to be so serious or professional,” Jiang Jie teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you don’t want to get to know me at all?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know everything I need to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything you need to?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, you didn’t graduate college, your family’s middle-class. You have three close friends who all married well, and you hope to do the same. You like branded goods. Isn’t that enough?” Jiang Jie glanced at his watch again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know how many siblings I have?” Her expression was cold. “What’s my birthday? What year was I born?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie stayed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s my favorite color? Do I prefer pants or skirts?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie still didn’t answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s my blood type? My zodiac sign?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, do I need to know these things?” he snapped, impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t have to know, but chatting won’t hurt you, right?” Bai Ziling said patiently. “Even if it’s fake, it must be flawless—indistinguishable from the real thing, isn’t it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. How many siblings do you have?” he asked, restraining himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One older brother, one older sister. What about you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m an only child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m blood type B, a Gemini, I like wearing dresses, born in 1980, birthday June 5th. What about you?” Bai Ziling listed her basic details, then asked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, is this meaningful? Do you think I’ll remember?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you care, you’ll remember.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m blood type A. I don’t know my zodiac. Born in 1969, birthday October 8th. And then?” Jiang Jie didn’t know why he still hadn’t stood up and left. Dozens of managers were waiting for him at a meeting, yet here he was, wasting time with Bai Ziling on trivial talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re a Libra,” she told him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your favorite color?” she actually asked, as if unaware that every minute of his time was precious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Black.” Jiang Jie didn’t want to say more. He downed his coffee in one gulp and stood. “Please sleep in tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Will you come home for dinner tonight?” she asked eagerly—there was progress, at least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I bought a cookbook…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to trouble yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll prepare a late-night snack…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cut her off with a look that said, “Save it.” “I don’t eat late-night snacks, Bai Ziling. Three million was my voluntary payment—and what you deserve. Don’t feel you owe me anything. This isn’t real marriage, okay? Just live your own life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Jiang Jie walk away, Bai Ziling said nothing, but her gaze burned with unyielding determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sima Xingchen had more free time than Xia Zhen and Chang Weiwei. Plus, Lan Baiwei wanted her to live lightly, not to interfere with “Accounts Receivable Company” affairs—only to rest, regain her strength, and prepare to have a child. So she spent her days eating, waiting for pregnancy. Today she’d met Bai Ziling for coffee—partly to kill time, partly to check on her friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Bai Ziling before her now was utterly different: her feet wore MIUMIU shoes, her hand clutched PRADA’s latest hot-pink bag, and she looked stylish, trendy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, how much of your one point five million is left?” Sima Xingchen hinted, almost mocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still a lot,” Bai Ziling replied with a radiant smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Money runs out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m frugal. I’ve planned carefully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, you can live without one more handbag—but if your heart is pierced a thousand times…?” Sima Xingchen let it hang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xingchen, I’m fine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still just ‘roommates’?” Sima Xingchen asked, concerned. “You’re a man and a woman…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Jie spends little time at home. He only comes back to sleep. To him, I might not even be as important as his bed,” Bai Ziling admitted. “So don’t worry he’ll hurt me—even if I wanted him to, he seems uninterested.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, he’s neither gay nor a sage. How can a woman as beautiful as you not stir his desire? I find that hard to believe,” Sima Xingchen said skeptically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe he truly doesn’t want any connection with me,” Bai Ziling said bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is he really only after his grandfather’s inheritance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seems so.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stirring her iced coffee with a straw, Sima Xingchen sincerely hoped Bai Ziling would find happiness. But she still believed love mattered more than wealth—a man who loved you was more precious than a rich one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xingchen, you really don’t need to worry about me. Two more months remain—things could change anytime!” Bai Ziling said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so optimistic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My conditions aren’t bad, are they?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But Jiang Da isn’t an ordinary man!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True—but he’s still a man,” Bai Ziling smiled. “I just don’t want to exploit my feminine advantages. Otherwise… men are just men.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, don’t do anything reckless,” Sima Xingchen exclaimed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I won’t!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have dignity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know! Otherwise I’d have drugged his coffee and made it ‘official’,” Bai Ziling joked. “Or I could’ve held him at knifepoint until the deed was done…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, are you trying to kill me laughing?” Sima Xingchen nearly choked. It was the twenty-first century—did people still do this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I’m saying I won’t do anything. I won’t let him look down on me. I still have that much pride.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A wife is never as good as a concubine; a concubine is never as good as a mistress; a mistress is never as good as one you can’t get.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Play hard to get?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu wei,” Bai Ziling mused, recalling Laozi’s philosophy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you earned three million too easily—what then? How will you return to ordinary life?” Sima Xingchen glanced again at Bai Ziling’s designer bag. “Do you know what it’s like to be trapped in quicksand and unable to pull free?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not that terrible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s easy to go from frugal to extravagant; hard to go back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xingchen, is this a proverb hour now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I fear you’ll never want to buy cheap things again.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling kept drinking black coffee, but suddenly seemed to understand. “Xingchen, I can drink coffee with sugar—I’m just used to it without. So if, two months from now, I’m drowning in credit card debt again, with no future ahead… I can handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then we’ve wasted our worry,” Sima Xingchen hoped Bai Ziling truly was this carefree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me about Jiang Da. After half a month of observation, what kind of man is he? Worth loving?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know yet,” Bai Ziling answered honestly. “We spend little time together. He never comes home for dinner, and he never eats breakfast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about weekends?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He doesn’t believe in two-day weekends. Saturdays he works. Sundays—he sleeps until noon, plays golf in the afternoon, and spends evenings online in his study.” Bai Ziling knew his routine well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You never went out together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You could join him for golf.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First, he never invited me. Second, I don’t know how to play golf. I don’t want him to think I’m an octopus—men hate clingy women, and they hate being followed,” Bai Ziling said. She hadn’t dated much, but she understood men’s minds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you have zero interaction.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re ‘roommates’—friends who keep their distance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I were you, I’d go mad,” Sima Xingchen said, her temper hard, especially toward men. “He… probably has no interest in you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not giving up,” Bai Ziling replied, her spirit high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he cared, he’d have already…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xingchen, some people are slow to warm up. I still have time…” Bai Ziling said with confidence. “I haven’t even truly begun yet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A call came: Jiang Jie wanted Bai Ziling to meet him at a private obstetrics clinic. The “time” was nearly right—they’d been married a month, and it was time for a pregnancy test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The doctor insisted on a urine test, blood draw. Though she wasn’t pregnant, she had to memorize her due date and prenatal checkup dates. The doctor even told her the exact day she’d “conceived.” Bai Ziling found it absurd—how much had Jiang Jie paid this doctor? Or was their friendship so close he didn’t care if his license got revoked?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Jiang Jie chatted with the doctor, Bai Ziling went to the nursery. Behind a large glass pane, she watched newborns. Each wrinkled face looked like a tiny old man or woman—yet so adorable, so full of life. Tears welled in her eyes. Every tiny life was a treasure, a perfect gift.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Look at Xia Zhen. Look at Chang Weiwei. When would it be her turn to be a mother? Suddenly, she longed for her own child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can go,” Jiang Jie’s voice sounded beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling turned, gazing calmly at Jiang Jie. What kind of father would he be? Strict? Spoiling? She couldn’t tell. More importantly… did he even want to be a father?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s wrong?” Jiang Jie asked, studying her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re going to be a father,” she “congratulated” him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, this is fake!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to be a mother,” she continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop acting foolish!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you think our baby will look more like you or me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, are you insane?” Jiang Jie grew annoyed, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the clinic exit. “My five hundred million hasn’t even been paid yet. Watch your words!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which sentence did I say wrong?” She suddenly yanked her arm free. “I asked because I was playing along with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your tone… your expression…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Jiang Jie, you’re the one who should look happy. Otherwise people will think you don’t want your wife pregnant—or worse, that the baby isn’t yours.” Bai Ziling didn’t know where the anger came from—she couldn’t stop her tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Jie stared at her, momentarily speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right! Don’t scold me—I’m the ‘pregnant woman’ now.” Bai Ziling glared back, unafraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The medical records say I am. The doctor issued a certificate, didn’t he?” Bai Ziling leaned close to his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s gotten into you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m trying to act!” She suddenly looped her arm through his, collapsing against him like a boneless doll. “Want to pick me up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling… I don’t appreciate your ‘humor,’” Jiang Jie warned, scowling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You spent three million—I have to show off my acting skills!” She feigned innocence. “I suddenly crave sour plums. Can you buy me some? And I really want grilled chicken…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you done yet?” His gaze turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this what pregnancy is like?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t seem pregnant—you seem mentally unstable.” He pushed her away. “Bai Ziling, I need you to act—but not to the point of losing yourself. Do you understand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling pouted, sulking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just say less. I’ll handle everything outside,” Jiang Jie said, smugly confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When will I ‘miscarry’?” she suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll tell you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve planned it all already?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everything is under my control.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guaranteed not to screw up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, I need this five hundred million. This contract in the U.S. is crucial. If this deal goes through, I won’t just make a profit—I’ll gain international business reputation. Otherwise, I wouldn’t go through all this trouble. I have the money; what I want is prestige. Do you understand?” Jiang Jie lectured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling nodded, like a schoolgirl who had done something wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her expression, Jiang Jie softened slightly. Had he been too harsh on her? After all, without her help, he could never have smoothly claimed his grandfather’s inheritance. He reached into the back pocket of his suit pants, pulled out his wallet, and handed her a stack of bills without even counting them—all two-thousand-dollar notes, a substantial sum.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is…” Bai Ziling stared at the money in his hand. “Why are you giving me this? Is this my second month’s allowance?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No. It’s just for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can spend it however I want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The money is already yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bai Ziling should have jumped up in delight—apparently throwing a tantrum had its benefits. But… why did her heart sink so heavily? She felt this money was a bribe, a way to dismiss her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have to go back to the company. Take a taxi home yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s already past eight at night—do you really have to go back to the company?” Bai Ziling wondered if all successful men were this busy, racing against every second. He wouldn’t even drive her home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have things to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you really busy—or do you just not want to go home early and be with me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bai Ziling, your tone… is starting to sound like you’re my ‘real’ wife,” Jiang Jie mocked her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And you… can’t even pretend to care!” she shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>",3438,"2026-06-19T14:40:28.152Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","3a84bf4617df2d7792a729e6b7e7de5d858cbaa73a89456dd7c38d21391d59f0","turning-false-into-true-chapter-7","turning-false-into-true-chapter-5",29,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fturning-false-into-true-cover.jpg"]