Chapter 3

I locked the guest room door and climbed into bed, feeling somewhat exhausted. With the last bit of energy I had, I replied to work-related matters.

Along with messages from that person.

The chat history included a photo.

Shi Chuan was at a bar, holding Wen He, leaning down to kiss her.

Suddenly, a message came through:

-“Are you home?”

-“Did you give them a scare?”

-“I’m home.”

After replying, my eyelids couldn’t hold up any longer, and I closed them.

I woke up from a hazy sleep.

The first thing I felt was the towel on my forehead.

A cup of warm water was placed beside the bed.

Locking the door was useless.

Shi Chuan and I each had a spare key.

I got up to reach for the cup of water, and the slight movement was noticed.

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Shi Chuan appeared with a bowl of steaming porridge, smiling at me: “Awake?”

“You never take good care of yourself, caught a cold.”

“Just in time, the porridge is ready.”

He sat down beside my bed, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, blew on it, and brought it to my lips.

I lowered my eyes.

The next moment, I reached out and pushed him away.

Shi Chuan couldn’t dodge in time, and the porridge spilled everywhere.

The porcelain bowl shattered into pieces.

“Shi Chuan, we’re getting a divorce…”

“Zhaozhao.” He interrupted me calmly, “My wife is only you.”

I looked up, Shi Chuan’s expression was gentle, but his eyes were like a bottomless lake.

He had a smile on his lips, but his voice was chillingly cold: “Stop throwing a tantrum.”

“This was my fault, but you know, Zhaozhao.”

“No one else would want you besides me.”

He was so certain.

I met Shi Chuan’s gaze.

In the calm lake, I glimpsed the emotions he hid.

Mocking.

Pitying.

Superior.