Xu Wenchang felt a wave of relief knowing the two boxes he had hidden hadn't been discovered.
He knew things wouldn't end well for him, yet he couldn't help but feel resentful, unable to comprehend who could have betrayed him.
Moreover, the timing was so coincidental that even his affair with Widow Qiu had been exposed. His mind flickered through many faces, rejecting each one.
Before he could figure it out, the door was violently pushed open. "Don't harbor any illusions, Xu Wenchang. Confess and be treated with leniency; resist and be treated with severity. That's always been our policy."
Xu Wenchang hung his head like an old monk in meditation.
But they had their ways of making him talk.
As it turned out, they had indeed overestimated him; he confessed everything that very night.
Not only did they uncover his identity and his activities over the years, but they also learned the cause of Widow Qiu's husband's death, as the Qiu Family had already filed a report.
