"Did Nan Sheng sleep well last night?" That was his first question.

She was drinking soy milk when she was caught off guard by that sentence, and she choked and coughed uncontrollably.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhou Cheng reached out and placed his hand on her back, patting her gently. "Look at you, you can even choke on soy milk."

Who told you to say something like that so early in the morning? No wonder I choked!

She rolled her eyes, finally managing to stop coughing, and replied in a flat voice, "It's alright, I just had a nightmare."

"Hmm?" He drew out the last syllable, looking at her, waiting for her to continue.

Qiao Nansheng said without changing his expression, "I dreamt that you hit me for a woman."

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is Nan Sheng blaming me for not being good enough to you?"

"No." She licked the remaining soy milk from her lips and continued, "You even want to divorce me for her sake."

As soon as she said those words, Zhou Cheng's smile faded, and his dark, deep eyes stared at her with a scrutinizing look.

Qiao Nansheng felt flustered under his gaze. She clenched her fists and pretended to be calm, saying, "It's just a dream. Dreams and reality are opposites. You're my husband, you definitely wouldn't hit me for another woman, right, husband?"

She looked up at him and smiled, blinking her eyes incessantly, "Hurry up, hurry up and call me wife!"

Once she calls out, her mission is half accomplished!

However... she was destined to be disappointed.

Zhou Cheng silently looked away.

His expression was cold, and it was unclear whether Qiao Nansheng's words had touched a nerve. His voice was extremely indifferent: "If I remember correctly, didn't I tell you yesterday not to mention the word 'divorce' in front of me again?"

She was taken aback, blinked, and asked, "Really?"

After thinking about it carefully, I realized that it might actually be true.

Qiao Nansheng scratched her face. "Oh, I forgot."

If you don't want me to talk, then don't talk! Why are you giving me that look?

One day I will make you willingly divorce me!

She thought bitterly to herself, then opened her mouth and took a big bite of half the bun, pretending it was Zhou Cheng chewing it forcefully.

The man looked at her, his lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't speak.

Breakfast was eaten in this strange atmosphere.

Qiao Nansheng had her morning class at 7:30 this morning. By the time she finished eating, it was already past 7:10. She wiped her mouth haphazardly with her small hand, got up and ran to the sofa to get her bag, shouting Sheng Zhuo all the while.

"Hurry! Take me to school, I'm going to be late!"

Shuixie Yunlan is a bit far from the kindergarten where she works; it usually takes about twenty minutes to get there even when there's no traffic.

Besides, she only has to go to early morning classes at 7:30 on Friday mornings; from Monday to Thursday, they start at 8:00, so the time is different.

It's rush hour right now, so the traffic will definitely be worse than if I took the bus to class at 8 a.m.

Oh no, oh no.

Qiao Nansheng was anxious. After calling Sheng Zhuo's name and not seeing him for a long time, she hurriedly asked Liu Xu, "Where is Sheng Zhuo?"

"His sister seems to have a fever and is hospitalized. You went to the hospital to see her, right?" After saying that, Liu Xu turned back to look at Zhou Cheng, then turned to Qiao Nansheng and said, "Madam, you can ask Brother Cheng to take you, but it's a bit risky."

If you run into a true fan on the street, they will recognize you at a glance, no matter how big your mask is or how thick your clothes are.

If they get recognized, they'll be trending on social media together tomorrow... no, I mean today, around noon or afternoon.

Liu Xu even came up with a name to trend on social media—