That day, Nan Qiyu told Master Ye about moving out.

At first, Rong Chang didn't take it to heart.

Two days later, early in the morning while she was still asleep, Nan Qiyu quietly packed her bags and moved out of the Ye family home.

When Rong Shang woke up, his room was already empty.

Do you hate her that much?

Rong Shang stood at his door for a long time, and it was quiet all around, without making a sound.

She thought about having the driver take her to the film set where Nan Qiyu was shooting.

To her surprise, a phone call came in, and Nan Qiyu's agent told her that she had been fired.

Rong Shang knew immediately that it was Nan Qiyu's masterpiece.

Does this guy think that once he moves out and doesn't have to see her anymore, everything will be fine?

Oh.

She gave a casual smile.

A dangerous glint flashed in his shimmering eyes.

"Miss, the master is calling you downstairs for dinner."

Just then, the maid's voice came from the top of the stairs. Rong Shang turned to look at her and simply replied, "I know."

She then went back to her room and took out the guarantee she had tricked from Nan Qiyu's alternate personality that night. She took a picture of it and sent it to Nan Qiyu.

As time passed, she didn't know if the other person was packing their things or filming, as they didn't reply.

Okay, she's not in a hurry.

The film crew didn't go either.

Rong Shang just waited like that.

We waited until evening, when dark clouds covered the outside.

After Rong Shang finished her meal and went upstairs, the phone rang as soon as she entered the living room.

She glanced at it, a hint of mockery in her eyes.

"Hello."

"Stop messing around, okay?" A tired, hoarse voice came through the phone.

Rong Chang raised an eyebrow but did not answer the question.

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No." Nan Qiyu rubbed his heavy forehead with one hand and looked up at the window. Across from the villa was the Ye family's high-rise building.

But for some reason, he was frowning.

Before Rong Shang could speak, he slowly said, "Ye Zhaoxue, I, Nan Qiyu, have not stooped to the point of being someone else's mistress."

So many people are pursuing him.

Why is he still hung up on a woman he's about to marry?

"Okay." Rong Shang understood his meaning.

But now she seems to be concerned about something else entirely.

"Nan Qiyu, are you feeling unwell?"

I always felt his voice sounded a bit strange.

He seemed a little weak and listless.

She kept avoiding his words and never offered a formal explanation.

Nan Qiyu's delicate brows were furrowed tightly, and it was clear that he seemed somewhat annoyed.

Her tone grew colder, and Nan Qiyu said irritably, "What I do is none of your business. Don't bother me again, that's all."

He finished speaking.

A few busy beeps came from inside.

Rong Shang looked at her phone and saw that he had already hung up.

This is Nan Qiyu.

Rong Shang looked out the window, feeling that he was a strange person.

*

Around 8 p.m., a torrential downpour suddenly began outside.

While Rong Chang was taking a shower in the bathroom, images kept flashing before her eyes.

By the time she realized that the person in the picture didn't seem to be in a good state, Rong Shang had already turned off the shower and put on a bathrobe.

A short while later, a wisp of white mist drifted by, and she was gone.

...

"Boss, are you alright? Should I take you to the hospital for an IV drip?" His manager's worried voice came through the phone.

Nan Qiyu lay on the bed covered with a blanket.

He looked exhausted, and his voice was weak and listless.

"No need, I'm fine."