There was no sign of fatigue on her face. It was the feng shui of Beijing that nourished her; Li Qingqing's skin was in much better condition than before. Although she had become a mother, her figure was more proportionate than before, and her face was rosier. Unlike in Shanghai, where she looked sallow and malnourished.

He had personally agreed to sleep in separate beds, but now that he wanted to improve their relationship and live in the same room, he didn't know how to bring it up.

Seeing the two sleeping so peacefully, while he felt as if he were isolated in another world, unable to join them, Duan Huaichuan felt a strange unease.

He doesn't seem to belong in this family.

His gaze eventually fell on Li Qingqing's face. She had changed a lot since coming to the capital. Not only did she have her own things to do, but her focus had also shifted from him to the children.

The neighbors all spoke highly of her, and every time he came home from get off work, someone would tell him that he had married a good wife.

Most men care about their image. Although he didn't know what Li Qingqing had done, this kind of praise certainly made him feel proud.

He thought back to the past. Li Qingqing seemed to be very good at understanding people's thoughts. He didn't need to say what he wanted to do, and she would prepare the things he needed. He didn't need to say what he wanted to eat, and there would be food on the table.

It wasn't until today that he realized how much Li Qingqing had done for him without him even noticing.

Li Qingqing's originally beautiful eyebrows furrowed, as if she had noticed that someone was looking at her and that she was being disturbed.

Duan Huaichuan immediately lowered his head in fear, as if afraid that if Li Qingqing woke up the next second, she would stare at him with disgust.

He found himself now terrified of seeing Li Qingqing's gaze—a cold, indifferent, and emotionless look.

He was neither happy nor sad, neither loving nor hating, as if he were just an insignificant person.

The words "unimportant" always lingered in Duan Huaichuan's mind.

He carefully closed the door and left reluctantly.

Once the room was completely dark, Li Qingqing, who was lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. She was completely puzzled and didn't know what this person was doing.

First, yesterday he suddenly went crazy and brought a cloth tiger back to the child. Today, he sneaked into her room again. Duan Huaichuan is acting like a lunatic, not like a normal person.

Li Qingqing's mind was racing. Could this person be mentally unstable lately?

Will this affect my work?

She rolled her eyes up, but ultimately decided to ignore him.