Ni Sitian said words of comfort to Xu Jiayue, but they waited in the coffee shop for two hours without seeing Pei Yang come out.

A man known for his womanizing ways entered a beautiful woman's house and stayed for two hours without coming out, which is enough to make people think of many bad things.

The drink in the glass had been refilled several times, the ice had long since melted away, and water droplets slowly slid down the glass.

On this summer evening, the air was very stuffy, and as time went on, Xu Jiayue found it difficult to breathe.

Ni Sitian couldn't speak up for Pei Yang anymore; the man and woman had been alone together for too long, making it hard not to misunderstand.

"Let's not wait any longer, let's go." Xu Jiayue picked up her bag, stood up, and headed straight outside.

Ni Sitian paid the money and then left the coffee shop.

The sun was setting outside, casting its last rays across the sky.

On the way back, Xu Jiayue didn't say a word, only looking at the sky outside.

Ni Sitian held her hand and felt that her hand was cold and a little damp, probably because she had been holding the cold drink cup for too long.

About twenty minutes later, Ni Sitian patted Xu Jiayue's hand and said, "Go back and eat something first, get some rest, and ask Pei Yang when he comes back."

Xu Jiayue nodded and got out of the car.

The driver restarted the car and drove towards the villa on the island in the middle of the lake.

After entering the house, Xu Jiayue sat on the sofa in silence. Even looking at the new bag that was supposed to make all her troubles disappear, she couldn't feel happy at all.

At that moment, Pei Yang flung away the dessert that Yan Yu was offering to his mouth.

The delicate silver spoon jingled as it fell to the ground, and Yan Yu's hand was red from being slapped. But she wasn't angry. Instead, she said gently, "Don't you like chocolate brownies? Then I'll get you something else."

"Yan Yu, that's enough!" Pei Yang looked at the food laid out in front of him, his handsome face unusually cold and hard: "My patience has reached its limit, give me back the photos."

"Do you care about her that much? It's just a few photos, it's all in the past. Is she even jealous of this? How can she be Mrs. Pei?" Yan Yu didn't care about his rejection. He had rejected her many times before, so one more time wouldn't make a difference.

She turned around and went to the kitchen counter, continuing to make food with unwavering dedication.

“I care about her, so much so that I can’t bear to see her even slightly unhappy.” Pei Yang picked up a dinner knife from the table, walked calmly toward her, and said, “As long as she’s comfortable being herself, she’ll be the best Mrs. Pei. There’s no need to worry about that.”

Yan Yu's lips twitched slightly: "Then she's really lucky."

“You’re lucky too,” Pei Yang said in a flat tone, devoid of any warmth.

Yan Yu thought he agreed with her threat and turned around happily, but a kitchen knife was pressed against her neck, and her face changed drastically.

"You're really lucky. You might be the first person I ever kill in my life." Pei Yang's lips curled into a wicked smile as he looked at her as if she were a corpse.

"I don't believe you dare. The guards outside watched you come in." Although Yan Yu said this, she was trembling with fear when she saw Pei Yang's expression.

She had seen many sides of him before: calm and wise at work, handsome and charming when laughing, and tender and affectionate at their wedding...

But I've never seen anything like it, so bloodthirsty and malevolent, as if it were possessed by a demon.

"Heh, do you think I would have made a move without being absolutely certain?" Pei Yang didn't hesitate or hold back, pressing the knife even closer.