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

Lu Shuli stared at the closed door, remaining motionless for a long time.

He secretly wondered: Could this girl have come here on purpose to make her presence known?

Was she afraid that she would be a threat to Lu Yuchen, which is why she rushed out to stop him?

Meanwhile, in another location, Shen Xuan had already packed up and left the room.

She opened the back door of the car and got in, her face still carrying a faint gloom.

Throughout the process, she seemed dazed, as if too many thoughts were swirling in her mind, and she was unable to calm down no matter what.

The anxiety surging in her chest made it difficult for her to calm down, and those tangled thoughts blocked her mind like a tangled mess, making her increasingly exhausted.

The driver glanced at her expression in the rearview mirror, noticing her pale face and vacant eyes. He couldn't help but ask with concern, "Miss Shen, you seem preoccupied. Did something Miss Xin Xin said just now upset you? Or is it because of the matter of that second concubine of the Lu family that's causing you trouble?"

His words were gentle and caring, and he hoped to help alleviate the young woman's distress.

Shen Xuan did not answer immediately after hearing this.

She slightly raised her eyes, glanced at the rearview mirror, and her gaze fell on the driver's eyes.

In that instant, many things flashed through her mind, but she was too lazy to say much, and simply replied, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired, everything else is fine, don't worry about it."

The driver sighed upon hearing this and continued to patiently advise, "If you're really unhappy about something, you must not keep it inside. Suppressing these negative emotions for a long time is bad for your health and will also affect the baby in your womb."

His tone was sincere, with a hint of nagging and reproach like an elder, clearly hoping that Shen Xuan would take his condition seriously and find a solution.

She forced a smile, but it looked extremely strained and pale.

Her gaze gradually dimmed, as if it had lost all its luster, and her mood, like the sky filled with dark clouds, became heavy and gloomy.

She tried hard to regulate her emotions, but the inexplicable feeling of irritability was like an invisible net, tightly enveloping her and refusing to leave.

This restless feeling prevented her from finding peace, yet she couldn't quite explain why.

Deep down, she always felt a sense of oppression, as if something was waiting to explode, which made her restless.

She was completely out of sorts, as if there was a force within her that was working against her.

After returning to the villa, the humidity from the recent damp weather made Grandma's health suffer.

Shen Xuan sat beside the wheelchair, looking tenderly at her grandmother's slightly tired face.

She gently held her grandmother's hands, as if to convey some warmth and support to her.

The two sat quietly, their hands clasped together, enjoying this peaceful yet slightly melancholic moment.

Just then, a light rain began to fall from the sky, and the tiny raindrops fluttered down, wetting the surrounding grass and ground.

Shen Xuan acted quickly, first pulling the blanket covering her grandmother's legs tight to ensure it wouldn't get wet, then carefully pushing the wheelchair back to avoid the falling rain and prevent it from splashing on her grandmother.

The servant behind her promptly brought over a bowl of steaming Chinese medicine, tiptoeing over as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility.

The maid carefully helped the old lady up, held the spoon to her lips, and gently fed her the bitter medicine.

Every step was taken with such care, for fear of making any mistake.

Shen Xuan raised her head, gazing at the gray sky, her thoughts drifting away.

Whenever this kind of weather comes, a nameless unease always wells up in her heart.

The feeling was very strong, as if God had sent a messenger to remind her that something important was about to happen, but it was vague and uncertain.

After a while, a luxury car slowly pulled up at the gate of the villa.

Then, Li Siyuan, dressed in a sharp and elegant suit, stepped out of the car.

Fine rain drifted gently in the breeze, blurring his silhouette, but his tall, elegant figure remained clearly visible, drawing everyone's attention.

He walked steadily toward her.

Upon seeing him appear, Shen Xuan quickly stood up, her heart filled with turmoil.

However, when she looked up and took a closer look, she found that he had a chillingly unfamiliar expression on his face.

There was an indescribable sense of distance, as if some subtle change had occurred in their relationship, leaving one feeling puzzled.

"You're back!"

Shen Xuan blurted out, almost subconsciously taking a step forward, stretching out his hands, and gently wiping away a few raindrops from his suit with his sleeves.

This gesture was full of care and affection, but it seemed particularly abrupt at this moment.

"Ah."

Li Siyuan simply responded with a curt, cold voice, lacking his usual warmth.

He even seemed a little distant, then walked past her without looking back and went straight upstairs.

Shen Xuan stood there blankly, her mind completely blank, utterly unable to comprehend what was going on with Li Siyuan's sudden coldness.

All the previous images flashed through my mind, but I couldn't find the answer. Only a big question mark remained in my heart.

Ye Fan slowly closed the umbrella in his hand. The rainwater remaining on the umbrella surface slid down the ribs and formed a small water stain on the ground.

He stood at the doorway, leaning slightly forward, seemingly uneasy about the atmosphere inside.

Shen Xuan's gaze inadvertently swept over his figure, and she silently compared them in her mind.

No matter how you look at it, Ye Fan in front of you, in terms of temperament and the feeling he gives off, is far less comfortable than Jiang Yu.

Because Li Siyuan had an unpleasant argument with Ye Fan when he went to demand an explanation last time, Shen Xuan always felt an indescribable awkwardness whenever she saw him.

Ye Fan's subtle feelings for Han Xin always seemed to be keenly perceived by her, and whenever she saw this, a feeling of indignation for Han Xin would well up in her heart.

Fortunately, he listened to her advice that time and didn't let those trivial matters affect Li Siyuan.

Otherwise, given Li Siyuan's personality, if he were to be stabbed in the back by the person he trusts most, he would be heartbroken.

Shen Xuan turned her head slightly to look at Ye Fan's face and asked in a calm but slightly puzzled tone, "What exactly happened to him?"

Ye Fan unconsciously scratched the back of his head, looking somewhat hesitant, before finally managing to reply, "Well..."

"Miss Shen, you should ask the gentleman yourself. I'm afraid I'm not suited to answer these questions."