After the divorce, the crazy CEO knocked on his ex-wife's door every night.

Li Siyuan slowly opened his sleepy eyes and, seeing Shen Xuan awake, asked, "You're awake?"

His eyes were half-closed, his face showed a hint of fatigue, and his voice was low and languid, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

When I tried to respond, I found that my throat was so hoarse that I could not speak.

She tried to make a sound, but only produced a hoarse cough, as if an invisible force was preventing her from speaking, making it impossible for her to utter even a simple sentence.

"Your throat is infected, so don't talk anymore."

He got up and handed her a glass of water.

His words were gentle yet firm, his movements fluid yet considerate, and his hands gently held the cup as if afraid of accidentally spilling the water.

I managed to sit up, took the cup, and drank a large gulp of water. I felt slightly better afterward.

She struggled to sit up, her hand trembling slightly as she took the cup. A sip of warm water slid down her throat, relieving some of her discomfort and bringing her a moment of comfort.

"What is this place?"

She asked in a hoarse voice.

She looked around, trying to find familiar clues, but found herself in a completely unfamiliar place, unlike a hospital or any other place she had ever been before.

This place was completely unfamiliar; it was neither like a hospital nor any other place she had ever seen before.

Although the room was simply furnished, it exuded an extraordinary taste. Every corner was arranged perfectly, giving people a sense of inexplicable comfort and peace of mind, but she couldn't recognize where she was at all.

"Didn't you even come to check on it once after you got the key?"

His tone was somewhat cold.

His words carried a hint of sarcasm, as if questioning her indifference, even though he remembered that she had refused his gift without hesitation last time, and it was clear that she had no intention of stepping into this place.

However, anyone with eyes could see that she had long ago planted the idea of ​​keeping her distance from him in her heart, a deeply ingrained notion that was difficult to change.

It seemed that a solid wall had been built deep within her heart, isolating him from the outside, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not cross this invisible barrier.

Shen Xuan glanced at him, her eyes revealing a hint of indifference, then slowly turned her head to the side, her eyes fixed on a certain spot in front of her.

Her gaze focused on an abstract painting hanging on the wall, her eyes gradually dimming as if she were recalling certain scenes from the past.

Today he was wearing a simple yet stylish gray and white striped shirt, paired with a clean and neat pair of black trousers.

This outfit not only looks exceptionally refreshing, but also exudes an indescribable aura of a business elite.

She took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts, and then slowly said, "I'm actually not that interested in these material things. I don't want you to waste this money because of me; to be honest, there's no particular reason for doing this."

Shen Xuan was completely different from those teenage girls who would get excited over pretty jewelry or expensive clothes. She pursued something deeper, a sense of satisfaction that could not be measured in money.

He leaned slightly against the edge of the table, his eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions.

When he looked at her, it seemed as if some emotion was surging within him, and a fleeting tenderness flashed in his eyes. Although it was only for a moment, it was enough to touch one's heart.

Hearing her direct and honest answer, his tone lowered slightly, but he still maintained his composure as he said, "Since you really don't like this gift, then you can do whatever you want with it. No matter the outcome, I've never thought of taking back something I've already given away."

Upon hearing this, Shen Xuan paused slightly, then gently raised her hand to touch her forehead, and casually fiddled with the light, soft strand of hair beside her ear.

At the same time, she deliberately adjusted her posture so that her long hair on the other side could just block the view of the person opposite her, allowing her to relax a little and think about how to respond to him.

"Li Siyuan, since such a precious item already belongs to me, why did you drive my father away? Don't you think this is too hypocritical?"

Shen Xuan's voice was calm, but her tone carried an undeniable questioning undertone.

The other person sighed softly after hearing this, and slowed down their speech slightly. "First of all, please allow me to clarify one point: it was your father who decided to move out on his own, not because I coerced him to leave. Moreover, you, as his daughter, have shown no concern about this and even tacitly approved of his departure, so what right do I have to stop such a seemingly natural action?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Xuan's lips curled into a cold smile. She did not immediately offer any rebuttal, but her heart was filled with doubt.

You should know that your father, Shen Zhentao, used to speak in a very assertive and unquestionable manner.

But now he's actually willing to move back to his hometown, which is clearly out of character for him.

But if, as the other party said, Li Siyuan did not force him to leave, then what could have caused his father to make such a change?

This mystery hung over her like a dark cloud, leaving her feeling extremely confused and uneasy.

There was a soft knock on the door. He slowly raised his head and looked toward the door.

Then he took a bowl of steaming food from the servant who came in.

He nodded slightly, signaling the servant to leave.

When only the two of them were left in the room, he carefully carried the bowl towards her.

Shen Xuan was slightly stunned by this scene, feeling as if time had suddenly slowed down.

Almost instantly, he was sitting down beside me and began to gently stir the food in my hand with a small spoon, trying to cool it down a little.

She stood there stiffly, watching his every move, a complex and indescribable emotion rising within her.

I was surprised, but also felt a strange sense of resistance.

"I can handle it myself."

These words were almost squeezed out of her mouth through gritted teeth, as cold as the night wind outside.

As she spoke, she also tried to extend her injured arm, although the movement looked very difficult.

Li Siyuan only glanced at her and did not stop what he was doing, but from the fleeting expression in his eyes, it was clear that he had already shown a hint of impatience.

This subtle emotional shift did not escape Shen Xuan's keen observation.

Immediately, a deep sense of disgust arose within me.

Because she knew the other person was doing it on purpose to show her, trying to achieve some kind of goal.

As a result, my already bad mood got even worse.