[Whoa! This one’s a real heavy-hitter.]

[Switched at birth? This is getting juicy.]

[It just keeps getting wilder and wilder!]

Su Nian studied the woman’s face, looking her up and down carefully without a word.

She pointed a finger at the QR code on the table.

"Scan to pay. 888 yuan."

"Alright!"

The wealthy woman took out her high-end phone and transferred the money in seconds.

Su Nian looked at her face and began her analysis. "Your eyebrows arch upward with a high peak, your nose is full and rounded, and the lines of your face are smooth. You have a soft, round facial contour, full apple cheeks, and a less-defined chin. Your wealth palace is broad. This is the typical face of a wealthy person."

"However, your face also tells me that your husband’s financial luck is average, and your marriage is rather unhappy."

"Your husband is keeping three mistresses."

Her hands clenched into fists, but in the end, the wealthy woman just slowly let out a breath.

"I only knew about one..."

[Sounds like her husband is a real piece of work.]

[Don’t tell me this whole thing with the child has something to do with her husband.]

[I’d say it’s almost certain. It has to be.]

[Her husband must be a classic social climber.]

"Furthermore, judging by your face, while you are wealthy, you only achieved your current status through great scheming, securing your husband by being his mistress."

[Whoa, wrong guess. Turns out *she’s* the social climber.]

[Maybe it was an arranged marriage? She just seems so classy.]

[The host already said she got her status by being a mistress. What kind of girl from a decent family would become a mistress?]

[Maybe her family fell on hard times, so she had no choice.]

Su Nian’s words were sharp, but the wealthy woman just nodded slowly and began to tell her story in a low voice.

"I’m from the countryside. I was born into a family that heavily favored sons over daughters. Later, I got into university, officially moved my residency away from home, and escaped."

"I’m not a good person. I’m very ambitious. After I graduated from university, I found that life was just too hard."

"I lived in one basement after another, infested with cockroaches and rats. I couldn’t accept it. I didn’t work so hard to leave my mountain village just to live a life like that."

"So I set my sights on my current husband. I deliberately got close to him, seduced him, and started dating him. Finally, I got pregnant, and I successfully married him."

"But over the years, I’ve felt more and more that something is wrong. I don’t think that boy is my child at all."

[Heard it all. In short: shameless!]

[Yeah, truly shameless.]

[To be a social-climbing gold digger and say it so calmly... she’s the first one I’ve ever seen.]

[I can’t even. What a cringe woman.]

Su Nian nodded. "What evidence do you have?"

The wealthy woman shook her head. "None. But I have a gut feeling."

Her words were like a bucket of water thrown into a wok of boiling oil, instantly causing a violent splash.

[What the hell?!]

[People come for fortune-telling based on a ’gut feeling’ now?]

[Speechless. I just think the host is getting played.]

[I’m speechless. I don’t even know what to say.]

"I’ve always felt he was switched at birth. Because I clearly remember having a girl, but when they finally placed the baby beside me, it was a boy."

Su Nian nodded without comment.

She continued, "And I find it very strange... my husband is too good to him. So good that it feels wrong."

"Because to be honest, I’m self-aware. I’m very ambitious, and my husband actually can’t stand me."

[At least she has a clear understanding of herself.]

[She’s actually very self-aware. And she only did all this so she wouldn’t have to go back to her village.]

[Yeah, to be honest, I think she’s pretty incredible in her own way.]

The wealthy woman ran a hand through her hair, her face clouded with worry, and continued, "Besides, he’s always been a romantic, very driven by his emotions. I distinctly remember him hating my child."

"He paid me no attention during the pregnancy. He didn’t even come to see me when I was giving birth. But his attitude toward the child now is just... off."

[What’s the big deal? Maybe you’re just overthinking it.]

[He might be a playboy and sick of you, but he’s still a father. What’s wrong with a father being nice to his child?]

[I really don’t get these ’little princesses’ nowadays. A father is nice to his kid and she thinks something’s wrong, even thinks the child isn’t hers. I think you’ve had too much to drink.]

Su Nian nodded, picking up a peach from the table and toying with it in her hand.

The pink peach looked even more beautiful and delicious in Su Nian’s hand. Her long, slender, pale fingers gently grazed the peach, leaving an ugly mark on its skin.

Su Nian then asked, "Have you ever had him tested at a hospital?"

At this, the wealthy woman grew even more agitated.

She snapped impatiently, "No!"

"But I just know he’s not my child!"

"I came to you precisely because science can’t validate my intuition! Can you just tell me if he is my biological son or not?"

[What’s with that attitude?!]

[I’m speechless. As if science hasn’t already proved he’s your kid, and you’re still chasing after supernatural answers.]

[Usually, people try the supernatural when science can’t help. This lady is the opposite—she just doesn’t believe in science.]

Su Nian nodded, not criticizing her behavior. Her tone was light. "Let me see a photo of your son."

Still fuming, the wealthy woman said nothing, quickly pulling a photograph from her bag and slapping it onto the table.

The photo showed a young boy who, perhaps due to his wealthy upbringing, looked very confident.

But the boy’s features bore no resemblance to the wealthy woman whatsoever.

Seeing Su Nian remain silent, the wealthy woman couldn’t hold back any longer. She pointed at the boy’s face, her voice filled with resentment.

"Look! Just look! He looks nothing like me!"

"My mouth isn’t shaped like that, and both my husband and I have monolids, yet he has double eyelids!"

"Host, tell me, is this child my husband’s with some other hussy? Did they switch my baby for this one?!"

[Don’t forget, you became who you are by being a ’hussy’ yourself!]

[I can’t with her. She’s just making trouble for herself!]

[I don’t look like my mom either, but I’m definitely her biological kid. Using resemblance to prove blood ties is so stupid!]

[Speechless. Pathetic. I have no respect for her.]

[Yeah, yeah, right. He’s not your biological child!]

[I don’t know, maybe he really isn’t her kid. A mother’s intuition is a powerful thing.]

Su Nian fell into a thoughtful silence. After a long moment, she slowly said, "Do you have a photo of your husband?"

"Huh? You need that too?"

The wealthy woman questioned her, but her hand had already unlocked her phone and pulled up a photo of her husband.

Su Nian took the photograph and then carefully studied the middle-aged man on the phone screen.

She confirmed, "This child is indeed not yours."