On the right is a small dish of sliced ​​strawberries.

Pei Mozhi's gaze lingered on the half-croissant for two seconds.

Looks like I don't need to bring any late-night snacks.

Is it just because you're afraid of gaining weight from eating late-night snacks?

Is that all you're eating?

Are you feeding the cat?

He frowned instinctively.

But seeing her wrapped in a blanket, huddled in a beanbag, staring intently at her tablet, the lingering irritation that had been swirling in my heart finally dissipated completely.

With a sense of relief that he couldn't quite explain, similar to the feeling of clearing a level, he turned off his phone.

They're quite clever; it's good that they didn't starve.

After signing the last contract that needed to be reviewed, Pei Mozhi leaned back wearily in his chair.

He raised his hand to rub his sore eyes and glanced at his watch, noticing that the hands were pointing to one in the morning.

Almost as if by muscle memory, he opened the monitoring app again.

I've probably repeated this action more times today than I have in the entire past year combined.

The scene cuts to Zi Xi's bedroom.

She was leaning against the headboard, still wearing that soft and comfortable plush loungewear, and holding a soft pillow in her arms.

A tablet was propped up in front of me, its screen emitting a soft glow.

But her condition was clearly different.

At this moment, her eyebrows were curved, her cheeks were plumped up, creating two shallow dimples, and she exuded a relaxed and cheerful aura.

What is she looking at that makes her so happy?

Pei Mozhi narrowed his eyes, and with a look of inquiry, switched the angle of the surveillance video, pointed it at the tablet screen, and enlarged the resolution.

The screen clearly captured the content on the tablet. A scantily clad man suddenly darted out from behind a thin veil and, to the accompaniment of upbeat music, began to violently twist his waist while biting a chain.

Immediately afterwards, a short, startled cry came clearly from Zhao Zixi's earpiece, and the bedside lamp illuminated her wide-eyed stare.

"This is utterly outrageous!"

Pei Mozhi's brows furrowed instantly, and a surge of anger welled up inside him.

He was so angry that he slammed his phone face down on the table.

Is this woman deliberately trying to antagonize him?!

Anger burned within him.

They're both married, and he's a grown man right here, yet she brazenly looks at other men?!

And you're watching... watching so intently?!

He irritably loosened his tie, feeling a tightness in his chest that made it hard to breathe, and let out a cold, mocking laugh.

no!

A thought, brimming with unprecedented impulsiveness, suddenly crashed into my mind, even mixed with a hint of childish defiance.

He has to go back!

Now! Immediately! Right now!

What about private space, not interfering with each other, and keeping our distance!

He instantly forgot all about those agreement terms!

Go home! Go home! Go home!!

He needs to take a vacation!

Take a vacation immediately!

Pei Mozhi quickly found a perfectly legitimate excuse for himself amidst his surging anger.

He was worried that she wouldn't eat properly at home.

He needs to go back and keep a close eye on her, to make her get used to it.

This thought seemed to give his chaotic emotions an outlet.

After successfully convincing himself, Pei Mozhi suddenly stood up, grabbed the car keys on the table, and clenched them so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He strode out of the office with long strides and an almost accusatory air of fierce determination.