Song Lili’s gaze was intimidating, and her words struck with forceful clarity.
Wen Nian could not find traces of her lying, but precisely because he could not find any, his suspicions remained unabated.
At this moment, the world was undergoing subtle shifts, and nations were engaged in the cultivation of international spies. The capabilities and means of some powerful countries in training spies were sophisticated and advanced. Top-level international spies were masters of their craft, virtually undetectable.
As the President of Country G, he was the very target that spies from all countries were plotting to get close to.
Song Lili’s sudden change overnight had filled him with anxiety, which was why he had flown all the way to Xilin to confront her in person. He needed to verify the authenticity of the person in front of him.
If she was an impostor, then where was the real one?
Had she been captured, or was she dead?
Every minute sooner he confirmed this, was a minute sooner he could take action.
If she was real, he also needed to understand what caused her change.
Wen Nian leaned against the refrigerator door, his sharp gaze still fixed on Song Lili’s face, noting every one of her reactions.
Song Lili took a deep breath, her fists clenched tight, and enunciated every word,
"AUTS, the top-tier special agent organization of the United States. There are fewer than ten people in the entire world who are part of it, yet they control almost sixty percent of the world’s confidential intelligence."
Wen Nian’s eyes narrowed, "Even this, you know."
"I have a deep interest in military culture. Over the years, I’ve consumed a lot of military-related books, movies, and documentaries. My father is a retired serviceman, my husband is the President of a country. What’s so strange about my knowledge of AUTS?"
She ground her teeth as she spoke.
She had not expected Wen Nian to doubt her to such an extent. Regardless of how her temperament had changed, this body was hers! This soul was hers!
"Isn’t it strange? Lili’s father is a retired serviceman, but he only held the rank of regimental commander—he could have had no contact with secret agent operations. I am the President of a country, yet I would never discuss such matters with Lili. Military-related books, movies, documentaries... a secret organization with less than ten people in the whole world, the top-tier special agent organization of the United States. Who do you think would know about it?"
Song Lili bit her lip harder; she realized she had let her emotions get the better of her and had made a big mistake.
She had only come into contact with the organization AUTS when she was thirty, right in the President Mansion. That maid, Pan Qin...
She had undergone strict vetting before becoming a maid in the President Mansion. During the twelve years of Wen Nian’s administration, she rose from maid to the highest-ranking steward, framed Wei Yuandong, leading to his tragic end in his later years.
Wen Nian was right; no matter what kind of books, documentaries, whether it was her father or him, none would tell her the story of AUTS.
"Do you now conclude that I am not Song Lili?"
Song Lili’s eyes narrowed.
Wen Nian did not reply but continued to watch her.
"Fine! I am not, okay? What are you planning to do next? Handcuff me, investigate, interrogate me? Go ahead, make your move. I won’t resist!"
Song Lili stretched out her hands, her gaze fixed on him as she let out a cold snort,
"After all, it’s not the first time you’ve wanted to get rid of me."
"Nothing! If you’re going to make a move, hurry up, Mr. President. Are you always this indecisive?"
"I haven’t concluded that you are not Lili. You don’t need to be this aggressive."
Wen Nian said calmly,
"I’ve known her for twenty years. We were almost inseparable until she was ten years old. Although we spent more time apart than together in the last ten years, our familiarity with each other did not decrease."
"Familiarity did not decrease?"
Song Lili’s mouth curled up slightly, "You’re quite confident, Mr. President."
"Why do you think that spending ten years with few meetings, hardly enough time to speak a few words to each other, would maintain the closeness of a relationship?"