Seeing that Sikong Jingyu remained silent, Li Shijun tentatively called out again, "Mr. Sikong?"

Sikong Jingyu snapped out of her reverie and smiled, "Shi Yu signed the contract. For future collaborations, have her directly liaise with me."

Li Shijun quickly replied, "Okay, okay, I understand!"

Turning to the others, he instructed, "Everyone else, go about your work. Shi Yu, stay here."

All the other employees of Yunqi left, leaving only Shi Yu.

Sikong Jingyu felt inexplicably lighthearted. Hmph... He wanted to see how that woman would apologize to him later.

Shi Yu stood there, his hands clenched into fists, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart. He had thought that he would meet Sikong Jingyu sooner or later, but he hadn't expected it to be so soon.

Shi Yu took a deep breath, composed herself, and walked to Sikong Jingyu's side: "Mr. Sikong."

Sikong Jingyu nodded casually, his tone indifferent: "Hmm... You can go down too, and call Shi Yu over."

"I am Shi Yu." Her expression was resolute.

As soon as Shi Yu finished speaking, Sikong Jingyu paused for a moment, looked up at the speaker, and raised his voice: "You said you are Shi Yu?"

Shi Yu looked up at him and calmly repeated, "I am Shi Yu."

Sikong Jingyu stared at the person in front of him who was also named Shi Yu, his gaze flashing back to the woman from last night.

Her name isn't Shi Yu!

It was immediately clear that he had been tricked!

As if he had instantly transformed into a different person, Sikong Jingyu's eyes flashed with coldness, and his voice was icy: "Did you create this plan?"

Shi Yu met Sikong Jingyu's gaze without flinching: "It's me."

Who was the woman last night?

Sikong Jingyu narrowed his long, narrow eyes, which were sharp and piercing like those of a hawk, radiating a dangerous aura.

Shi Yu remained silent, her hands clenched tightly at her sides, her nails digging into her palms. Da Wan was right; Sikong Jingyu really didn't recognize her!

He got married but didn't fulfill his duties as a husband. What a scumbag!

Shi Yu raised her eyes to meet Sikong Jingyu's gaze directly, a hint of undisguised hostility in her eyes: "Family."

Sikong Jingyu raised an eyebrow, seemingly not expecting Shi Yu to react this way. Not only was he not afraid of him, but he even seemed to harbor a hint of... hostility towards him?

How dare Shi Yu, a lowly office worker, be hostile towards him?

He stared at Shi Yu, his voice low and cold: "Why was it her and not you last night?"

"I'm sick." Shi Yu's voice was full of frustration. He also hated himself for his body's incompetence in pushing Shi Wan out.

"Hand her over." Sikong Jingyu's thin lips curled slightly upward, his light voice carrying a hint of threat and ruthlessness.

Shi Yu clenched her fists, her voice restrained: "If you're a man, come at me."

"Oh……"

Sikong Jingyu chuckled softly, as if he had heard something audacious. He slowly approached Shi Yu, looking down at him with a haughty gaze: "Then you'd better be able to handle it."

After saying that, Sikong Jingyu turned and left.

When Sun Yang chased after it, he couldn't even catch up with the car's rear.

Grandpa abandoned him again!

Sun Yang had no choice but to take a taxi back to the company.

Sikong Jingyu was driving fast when his divorce lawyer called: "Mr. Sikong, I waited until 10:30 last night but I still didn't see your wife. She texted me to ask me to arrange a meeting with her later to discuss the divorce."

"Then let's continue the date!"

Sikong Jingyu hung up the phone, his eyes filled with a sinister and terrifying look. He couldn't reach her once or twice. Was this woman trying to drag out the divorce?

Sikong Jingyu slammed his fist on the steering wheel!

Two days after returning to China, one of the women he was involved with was dragging him along, and the other was playing him for a fool!

He will not let them off easily if he encounters them again!

Suddenly a black cat appeared in his field of vision, and Sikong Jingyu swerved to avoid it.

Bang--

The front of the car crashed into a tree trunk.

Sikong Jingyu felt a dull pain in his forehead. He reached out and touched the painful spot, feeling a sticky, bloody taste on his fingertips.

Frowning, I dialed 120.

About ten minutes later, Sikong Jingyu heard the ambulance siren. Soon after, the car door was pulled open from the outside, and the person bent down to check his injuries. A gentle and familiar female voice gradually became clear in Sikong Jingyu's ears: "Sir, besides your head, where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

Sikong Jingyu looked up and saw a handsome and familiar face.

It's you!

"It's you?"

The voices rang out in unison, and Shi Wan unconsciously frowned slightly.

Oh no... we've met again!

Even running into an ambulance, she and Sikong Jingyu are truly a cursed fate!

Shi Wan composed herself and, seeing that some of the blood on Sikong Jingyu's forehead had dried and congealed, asked again, "Besides your head, where else do you feel uncomfortable?"

Sikong Jingyu didn't answer. His gaze lingered on Shi Wan's face. He pursed his thin lips, stared fiercely at Shi Wan, gritted his lower molars, and spoke: "In my heart."

Shi Wan paused, her mind blank.

Only rich people can suffer from mental illness; poor people don't even dare to get sick.

Shi Wan's current area of ​​expertise does not include mental illness; she cannot treat Sikong Jingyu's mental illness.

Let's take him back to the hospital first, then send him to the psychiatric department.

Seeing the woman in front of him in a daze, Sikong Jingyu leaned closer to her ear and added, "Being tricked by the same woman time and time again, I feel really suffocated!"

Shi Wan was momentarily flustered; Sikong Jingyu's words were deliberately spoken to her.

Could it be... that Sikong Jingyu knows she is his nominal wife?

And if she gets exposed, it's better for her to just say it herself.

Shi Wan looked up at Sikong Jingyu with a serious expression and patiently explained, "I didn't mean to hide it from you, but that morning I overheard you saying..."

"Did you hear what I said, Shi Yu...?"

Sikong Jingyu interrupted Shi Wan, a slight smile playing on his lips, but with an air of accusation: "Oh no, I shouldn't have called you Shi Yu."

Sikong Jingyu glanced indifferently at the name tag on Shi Wan's white coat and smiled mockingly: "Should I call you Dr. Nie Shirong, right?"

Shi Wan paused, realizing that Sikong Jingyu hadn't discovered her identity yet. Fortunately, Sikong Jingyu had interrupted her in time when she said, "I only concealed my identity because I wanted a divorce."

Fortunately, she didn't say anything, otherwise she would be the one in an awkward position right now. Given Sikong Jingyu's habitual behavior, he would definitely seize the opportunity to humiliate her.

Shi Wan followed Sikong Jingyu's gaze and glanced at the three words "Nie Shirong" on the name tag on the white coat, only then realizing that Sikong Jingyu had mistaken her for Dr. Nie.

Actually, the doctor who was supposed to be seeing patients today was Dr. Nie.

Around 5:20 p.m., Shi Wan, who was on night shift, arrived at work 10 minutes early as usual. When she arrived at the hospital entrance, she happened to run into Dr. Nie Shirong, who was rushing to make her first house call.

Dr. Nie clutched his stomach, his brows contorted, looking like he was in a critical condition: "Dr. Shi, could you cover my house call? It's a car accident, but the patient is conscious. I've had diarrhea three times today, and I'm about to go on my next call. I'm afraid I won't be able to find a restroom on the way. Could you go out for me first? I'll watch over the patients in the department for you!"