"Sis, there's an interview with Charm magazine tomorrow afternoon. I'll pick you up at 10 to get your hair and makeup done. Oh, and Director Zheng wants to invite you to be a regular guest on the tenth season of 'Unveiling Ghost Stories,' and the offer is pretty good... Shall we accept?"

A notification popped up from her assistant, Ding He. Nan Xian stared at the screen for a moment before typing a reply: "Yeah, please promote the variety show for me."

The older generation of the He family are old-fashioned. Grandpa He said that since she has become the daughter-in-law of the He family, she should not always appear on the screen.

Therefore, she doesn't dare to accept any popular variety shows with high national recognition, such as "Unveiling Ghost Stories".

After replying to the message, the screen automatically switched back to the page she had just been browsing.

The hashtag #HeMingxiaoMeetsMysteriousBeautyAtNight#, which was trending at number one just half an hour ago, has been completely removed.

But netizens love a good show, especially such a sensational story. All sorts of speculations are flying around, and searching for keywords reveals that the number of discussions is increasing rather than decreasing.

The further down the page you scroll, the more often Wei Zeling's name is mentioned. It seems that netizens have identified the protagonist of the incident based on just a few blurry candid photos.

Nan Xian was all too familiar with the tactic of using online trolls to stir up trouble.

She lost interest and exited the page, jumping to the WeChat chat window.

The last update from the person who pinned the post was yesterday afternoon.

[He Mingxiao: My flight is tomorrow night, don't wait for me.]

Scrolling up further, every message he sent was a concise short sentence, as indifferent as a robot that reports its schedule on a set time.

There were only a handful of posts on his WeChat Moments.

The last time she posted photos was three months ago when the He family went on a trip to Australia. Nan Xian couldn't go because of a scheduling conflict.

In the group photo of eight people, Wei Zeling was the only outsider. She stood next to He Mingxiao, holding He Mingxiao's six-year-old nephew in her arms, with a bright and generous smile.

At first glance, they look like a happy family of three.

Wei Zeling is a world-renowned supermodel and fashion darling. With her 1.2-meter-long legs and sculpted, sophisticated face, she is highly favored by major luxury brands and has won the title of "World's 100 Most Popular Female Stars" for three consecutive years.

Her father and He Mingxiao's father started a business together and were sworn brothers.

Before He Mingxiao and Nan Xian got married, the two families even intended to take their relationship to the next level.

And what about myself?

The family is fairly well-off, but compared to the world's top 100 companies like the Wei Group, it's like night and day.

She has a gentle and beautiful appearance, but she is no longer the type of beauty that the public admires.

His career has been declining, making him a typical example in the industry of squandering a promising career.

Even the most enviable marriages are nothing more than being maintained by a piece of paper...

Nan Xian slowly raised the corners of her lips into a self-deprecating bitter smile.

On their wedding night ten years ago, He Mingxiao suddenly disappeared.

The anxious Nan Xian was ultimately met with a contract from her assistant, which confined their relationship to the realm of mere formality.

From then on, He Mingxiao's attitude towards her became much more distant.

Men are usually very restrained when it comes to their sexual activity. On the rare occasions, Nanxian could sense his loss of control and excessive enthusiasm, but he would then leave the next day under the pretext of a business trip, often disappearing for ten days or half a month...

He Mingxiao fulfilled his duties as a husband perfectly.

Except for the lack of love.

The sound of the door opening pulled her back from her reverie. She turned her head and saw He Mingxiao walking in wearing a bathrobe.

The man was tall and handsome. Having held a high position for so long, he exuded an imposing aura even without speaking, like a sword drawn from its sheath, with a sharp and cold glint in his eyes and brows.

He was well past thirty, but time had been exceptionally kind to him, leaving behind only a masculine charm that grew richer and richer, like a fine wine. No wonder there were always admirers flocking to him.

He had just finished showering, and his hair was still damp, hanging down. A drop of water rolled down and slid down his Adam's apple into the slightly open collar of his bathrobe, where the muscles were firm and strong. She immediately recalled the wonderful feeling when she supported herself on it, and her fingers gripping her phone tightened unconsciously.

The bedside was slightly sunken, and the faint scent of men's shower gel wafted into my nostrils.

"Why aren't you asleep yet? Don't you have any announcements tomorrow?" He Mingxiao's tone was as calm as ever.

“Yes…” Her gaze swept over the barely visible dark circles under his eyes, and thinking of his always densely filled schedule, the anger that had just risen in Nan Xian’s heart instantly subsided.

The urge to question that gossip news was suppressed, but there was still a feeling of discomfort in the throat, as if a wad of cotton was stuck there.

She simply looked away, crawled into bed, and mumbled, "I'm sleepy, goodnight."

He Mingxiao paused slightly, staring at the back of her head with some confusion, hesitating whether to speak, when his phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

Seeing that the caller ID showed Wei Zeling, he frowned slightly and pressed the screen-off button to ignore it.

But then a second call came in, and he had no choice but to take his phone and leave the bedroom.

Hearing his soft "Wei Zeling" before the door closed, Nan Xian's heart clenched.

After waiting for what felt like an eternity for several minutes, the door was finally opened again, and He Mingxiao quietly got into bed.

Nan Xian asked, "Who called you so late?"

As the last light went out, he said calmly, "Nobody's here. Go to sleep."

The bedroom fell silent, with only the sound of two breaths rising and falling.

Nan Xian clutched the corner of the blanket in her hand, counting the seconds one by one.

The clock struck midnight, ushering in a new day. She sat up in the darkness, her voice muffled and filled with grievance.

"He Mingxiao, you missed our wedding anniversary."