Bai Qianqian's trouble-making was quite a big deal, but Mu Yu, as her special assistant, was perfectly capable of handling it. So Fu Senran, who was working from home, was unaware that a crazy woman was claiming to be his girlfriend.
At three in the morning, Fu Senran suddenly sat up in bed, his black silk pajamas soaked with cold sweat.
The image of Zi Xi turning away in my dream was still vivid in my mind. She took off his custom-made wedding ring and gently placed it on the bedside table. Her voice and eyes were terrifyingly calm as she spoke cold and ruthless words.
"Fu Senran, this ends here!"
"You actually put a tracking device in my ring! I can't stand your perverted behavior!"
No! ! ! ! !
He threw off the covers, his bare feet stepping onto the cold floor, his chest heaving violently.
Outside the window, the rain poured down, and lightning cleaved the night sky, illuminating the surging violence in his eyes.
He stood silently by Zi Xi's bedside for a long time, like a guardian protecting a treasure, before leaving.
When the garage's sensor lights came on, Fu Senran had already ripped off the leather cover from the steering wheel.
The Bentley's engine hummed in the rainy night, and the speedometer needle swung all the way to the far right.
On the passenger seat were Zixi's favorite mint-flavored lip balm, her cherry hair tie, and a newly printed application for guardianship of a mentally ill patient.
The windshield wipers were flailing wildly, but they couldn't wipe away the torrential rain, just like the images that kept flashing through his mind.
One moment it's Zi Xi standing on tiptoe to tie his tie, the next it's Zi Xi grabbing his back when she's kissed until she's breathless, and then it's Zi Xi's eyelashes trembling as she signs the marriage certificate, but in the end, it all turns into her back as she turns and leaves.
The tires screeched against the doctor's doorstep, and the private doctor's doorbell rang incessantly.
"Mr....Mr. Fu??"
Where do you feel unwell?
Dr. Wan, a psychologist in his fifties, opened the door wearing a coat, not even having time to put on his glasses.
Fu Senran grabbed Dr. Wan by the collar and pressed him onto the sofa, while he sat opposite him, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper had been scraped.
"If she dares to leave, I'll kill you all!"
Dr. Wan smiled and put on his glasses, but his blood pressure was genuinely alarmed and spiked: "You...you mean, who's leaving?"
"My newlywed wife, Miss Shen."
"Look, this is what she left for me today. She loves me very much."
Fu Senran let go of her hand, suddenly ripped open her shirt collar to reveal the unhealed bite mark and a large red mark on her collarbone, and then pulled out her phone's photo album. The latest photo showed Zi Xi nestled in his arms eating fruit.
“This was three hours ago. She was so tired that I fed her some fruit.”
"This is her now, sleeping so peacefully."
Finally, I opened the monitoring app. In the bedroom, Zi Xi's cheeks were flushed as she slept. In the monitoring footage, Zi Xi turned over and groggily hugged the pillow he had slept on.
"See that?"
Fu Senran's voice suddenly became eerily gentle, "She even dreams of looking for me."
Dr. Wan adjusted his glasses, watching the irritable patient list evidence as if showing off, and cautiously asked, "Are you still having childhood nightmares today?"
"Childhood nightmares? That childhood trauma that was like garbage? It's gone!! I dreamt that she left me."
"Now, give me a certificate."
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