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

Clearly, he had reached his limit in his patience regarding Shen Xuan's willingness to defend Lu Shuli.

"But in the end, he didn't actually kill me."

Shen Xuan mustered her courage and continued to explain, her voice trembling slightly, as if she were both trying to seek justice for herself and trying to get Li Siyuan to look at the issue rationally.

She looked directly into his eyes, trying to find a glimmer of trust and understanding.

But in reality, the frost in Li Siyuan's eyes was growing thicker and thicker, showing no signs of melting.

Li Siyuan frowned and stared at her. "I've suddenly noticed that he seems to treat you quite well. He's saved you quite a few times, hasn't he?"

The moment those words were uttered, they sliced ​​through the air like a sharp blade, carrying a hint of sarcasm and discontent.

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell into a moment of thought, feeling that there might be some unnoticed secret hidden behind it.

Shen Xuan: "..."

After a brief silence, she lowered her head, her thoughts drifting back to the scenes of her interactions with Lu Shuli.

Upon closer examination, it has indeed happened more than once.

He would reach out to help her up when he saw her fall.

She always appears just in time when she is in danger.

Even in times of crisis, he would risk his life to stand in front of her.

Every seemingly accidental act of kindness, in retrospect, is indeed of great significance.

However, Shen Xuan quickly dismissed these thoughts, because she knew very well that every time she was in danger, it was because of him.

If he hadn't repeatedly provoked conflict and created trouble, she wouldn't have needed any so-called "rescue."

She didn't want to accept this favor at all.

After a moment's thought, Shen Xuan sat down next to him, moving very carefully, as if afraid of disturbing the man beside her who was on the verge of exploding.

She leaned closer, gently placing her hand on his wrist, and then whispered, "Siyuan, I really wasn't taken away by him today. Can you believe me? I know Lu Shuli very well. You won't get away with going up against him. I'm worried you'll get hurt. I can't let anything happen to you. We've finally managed to live a peaceful life. What if you get hurt because you helped someone else? What will happen to me and the baby?"

These words were filled with a deep plea, and every word was imbued with her most genuine emotions.

Especially when she mentioned the child, Shen Xuan's eyes became even more sincere and tender, as if she hoped to exchange this vulnerability for a bit of Li Siyuan's tolerance.

"I can let him go for your sake, but this is the last time. If he dares to lay a finger on you again, I will show no mercy!"

His voice was deep and cold, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying an unquestionable authority.

Those deep eyes were fixed on the person in front of them, as if trying to pierce through their soul.

His hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force, clearly indicating that suppressing his anger had not been an easy task.

When he uttered the words "your face," his tone softened slightly, but the helplessness and forbearance in them were still evident.

However, this leniency seemed to end there, as he immediately followed up with a stronger statement emphasizing that this was "the last time."

As he spoke the last sentence, his eyes suddenly sharpened, his gaze like a blade slicing through the air, subtly conveying a sense of threat.

……

After leaving the Shen family.

Li Siyuan sat in the back seat of the car, the window half-closed, the shadows obscuring his expression.

His aloof face was faintly visible in the dim light, revealing a hint of complex emotions.

The car was so quiet you could almost hear someone breathing, broken only by the occasional honking of a car outside.

Li Siyuan leaned back in his chair, his body appearing languid, yet without the slightest hint of relaxation.

His slender fingers rested casually on the armrest, tapping it lightly from time to time, revealing that he was not at peace deep inside.

A ray of light shone through the partially closed car window, illuminating his sharply defined face, exuding an aura of arrogance and indifference.

But as the car drove deeper into the night, more shadows loomed over him, obscuring his features, leaving only a blurry silhouette.

At this moment, he looked down at the floor, his eyes thoughtful, as if something was weighing on his heart, something he couldn't shake off.

The attendant stood respectfully to the side and reported the situation: "Currently, there are no clues to prove that the Lu family did it. We only found a former servant of the Lu family in the vicinity. It seems that Miss Shen was not taken away by the third young master of the Lu family."

The attendant spoke in a low, even, and cautious voice, as if afraid of offending his unpredictable master.

They stood beside the back seat, their posture upright and their eyes slightly lowered as a sign of respect.

Upon hearing these words, Li Siyuan paused slightly, his eyebrows furrowed a little, but he quickly returned to his original state, remaining silent as ever.

He did not respond, but a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, as if he still reserved his own judgment on the outcome.

After a moment, he stopped tapping and instead rubbed the edge of the armrest with his fingertips, as if he was thinking about something deeper.

The atmosphere became even more tense, and everyone fell silent, no one daring to speak or disturb them.

He suddenly remembered Jin Shuying's previous visit to Shen Xuan, and vaguely felt that the Lu family's affairs seemed to involve her.

But he just couldn't figure out what other connection she had with the Lu family.

Images flashed through Li Siyuan's mind, with the scene from that day being particularly vivid: sunlight slanted into the courtyard, and Jin Shuying's figure gracefully arrived, carrying a mysterious smile, speaking to Shen Xuan with exceptional composure.

Every step she took and every word she uttered had a leisurely and unhurried air, but upon closer examination, it always gave one the feeling that she had ulterior motives.

Thinking of this, he unconsciously clenched his chin, his thoughts becoming increasingly chaotic.

If there is a connection, what is hidden in this?

No matter how hard he tried to dig up clues, he couldn't piece together the complete truth.

He wasn't even sure if these speculations were simply due to his instinctive wariness of Kim Sook-young, or if there were signs that there was actually something wrong.

Regardless, this became an unresolved knot in his heart, making him increasingly irritable and restless.

Meanwhile, Lu Shuli returned to a hotel.

The elevator doors slowly opened, the metallic sheen highlighting his slightly weary steps.

The corridor was dimly lit and cold, and the soft, silent carpet under his feet made his steps seem even heavier.

Lu Shuli walked to the room door, inserted the room card, and pushed the door open.

Two buttons on his suit jacket were undone, and the pressure on his shoulders seemed to be relieved somewhat by this action, but it was only a brief respite.