Does Mu Chen have any memories?

I don't know.

The objectives of conquering this world always left a vague impression on her.

Sometimes, I feel like he really dislikes her.

Oh, that kind of annoyance is truly annoying.

Sometimes she felt like he recognized her, and the way he looked at her always seemed like he wanted to glue his eyes to her face.

Regardless, Rong Shang quickly took a shower and then prepared to go to sleep.

Since she arrived, Mu Chen has been sleeping on the sofa in her room.

But for some reason, the room was empty when I came out tonight. Mu Chen had already left sometime earlier.

He was surprised to learn that he had actually called Qi Yan that night.

Rong Shang frowned, her eyes thoughtful.

If they have contact in private, does that mean that Mu Chen knew Qi Yan a long time ago?

Looking back, the thing I touched in his pocket was indeed round.

If it's not the Blood Spirit Orb, then what is it?

That night, crackling sounds could be heard from the study on the second floor of the Mu family's house.

Perhaps a book fell to the ground, or perhaps someone moved the desk.

When Rong Shang arrived, the man in the study was pacing back and forth, holding something in his hand.

He seemed very nervous.

Sometimes he would hide things behind books, and other times he would take them out and put them in a vase.

What kind of treasure is it?

This was the first time Rong Chang had ever been so curious.

I wanted to get a closer look, but the loose sleeve of my bathrobe accidentally brushed against the vase next to me. With a clatter, it didn't fall to the ground, but it still made a sound from the contact with the wooden table.

At that single sound, the man outside turned cold.

"who?"

He tightened his grip on the small cloth bag, turned his head, and his sharp gaze immediately fell on the spot where Rong Shang had just been standing.

Unfortunately, the study was empty at that time, and there was no one else there but him.

With a furrowed brow, Mu Chen's expression became thoughtful.

I don't know how long it took, but the door to the room was pushed open.

Rong Shang pulled the blanket over herself, and the man who appeared at the door strode over.

Did you go to the study just now?

"A study?" Rong Shang asked, puzzled. "There isn't one. What's wrong?"

No?

Mu Chen pursed his thin lips and stared intently at her for a few moments, as if he could glean some clues from her face.

Unfortunately, no.

"Honey, did you just go to the study?" She smiled gently. "I thought you went back to your room to rest."

Judging from her reaction, it seems she really didn't go to the study?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. He locked the study door, so how could she get in?

Her eyesight is poor, so even if it gets better, it will probably be a long time before it gets better.

Having probably convinced himself, Mu Chen turned around in front of her and said, "No."

"It was just something urgent that needed to be dealt with."

"Okay," Rong Shang obediently replied, and then...

"Honey, you and Qi Yan were originally acquainted—uh."

Before she could finish speaking, the other person suddenly turned around, bent down, and pressed his hands against both of her arms.

"husband?"

"Let's not mention Qi Yan again, okay?"

I'm so angry!

He had heard her mention it at least five times that night alone.

what?

"Shen Qinghuan, if you think he's so great, then why don't you divorce me?"

She kept him hanging on and refused to divorce him, while constantly mentioning another man in front of him.

Mu Chen didn't know what was wrong with him.

He shouldn't be angry.

That shouldn't be the case.

But... his tightly furrowed brows betrayed him.