"Chu Wuyang, how dare you cheat on me with my child!"

"You better fucking hide your other man well! Otherwise I'll—!!"

A thunderclap boomed, deafening the heavens and earth.

The sound of rain seemed to tear the air apart.

The next second, there was only silence on the other end of the phone.

Chu Wuyang stared blankly at the call screen—the call had been disconnected.

Before she could recover from the shock, a pair of hands gently touched her shoulders from behind.

Yang Jinchu walked over and casually drew the curtains, shutting out the thunder and lightning outside.

"Why are you sweating again after just taking a shower?"

He spoke gently, placing his palm on her forehead.

"Cold?"

"Go take a bath for a while, I've already prepared the water for you."

She jolted, her eyes glazed over for a second, then her senses returned, her voice trembling.

"You just...said something, didn't you?"

“Jingmin heard it…he must have heard it…”

She turned around in a panic and shoved and dragged Yang Jinchu toward the door.

"Hurry, hurry, he's up here! He must have already come up!"

Yang Jinchu remained unmoved, merely raising his eyes to look at her, his expression calm as still water, his tone soft and gentle.

"Yangyang, listen to me, don't be afraid."

But she wouldn't listen to any of it.

His words, "Don't be afraid," were like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, instantly stirring up even more chaos.

Her breathing was erratic, and her eyes darted around.

He seemed to be frantically calculating the possibility of escape, and he was on the verge of a breakdown.

At this moment, Jing Min stood in the elevator, his slender fingers hanging motionless at his sides.

The elevator numbers changed one floor at a time.

He didn't blink, his eyes calm and devoid of any emotion.

Like the calmest moment before a storm,

All his madness was suppressed deep within his bones and blood.

All that's left is for the door to open, and for me to be completely free.

Finally, Yang Jinchu pulled her into his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her, and whispered soothingly.

"Don't be nervous, Yangyang. I can't go out now, or I'll run into him anyway."

These words seemed to snap her out of her daze.

She stopped moving, stunned, and murmured the same thing over and over.

"We can't go out, we'll run into..."

She seemed to be searching for something in her mind.

Then he suddenly looked up, a mixture of fear and determination flashing in his eyes.

"Ah Jin, hide."

"Yes, hide in the bathroom! Hurry! There's no time to lose!"

In a panic, she pulled him towards the bathroom.

But Yang Jinchu didn't move an inch, only gently tightening his embrace around her.

His hand rested on her back, the movement gentle to the point of restraint.

But his tone was incredibly firm.

I won't hide.