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

A gust of cold wind stung her face, so she quickly closed the window and wrapped herself tightly in her clothes.

It seems there's no way I can leave tonight.

If Cheng Lu knew she hadn't come home all night, I wonder how worried she would be.

The thought of Li Siyuan doing such a thing made her want to burn the place down.

……

Li Siyuan left the Li family mansion and went to a gathering of friends.

The atmosphere in the private room was very harmonious. He sat on the sofa and kept drinking, his face growing increasingly pale.

Peng Yanzhou rested her chin on her hand, looked at him, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you? You've drunk so much, you look drunk?"

They all know that a Weibo account with tens of millions of followers was recently exposed, and the account owner is his ex-wife.

The large group of people following him were clearly there for Shen Xuan; it seems he was jealous.

"Li Siyuan, you're not going to tell me that you're like this all because of your ex-wife, are you?"

He remained silent, poured himself a glass of wine, and downed it in one gulp.

This action surprised everyone around them.

Just then, his cell phone rang.

The sound was clearly a sweet melody unique to young girls.

The person next to him teased again, "Li Siyuan, you changed your route? So girly?"

Li Siyuan frowned and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

When people saw the phone case, they realized it wasn't his style.

Li Siyuan's eyes narrowed slightly as the words "Xiao Lu" appeared on the screen.

He was curious about the labels she had given him on her phone.

He quickly ended the call with Su Yan and exited the interface.

However, the screen remained locked.

On the table is a photo of two girls; she looks more delicate and pretty than the girl next to her.

I tried the password several times, but I still couldn't crack it.

Immediately afterward, another call came in, this time from a contact labeled "President Lu." Li Siyuan hung up without hesitation and tossed his phone into the trash can.

The girl sitting next to him stared intently at the trash can when she saw Li Siyuan throwing away the new iPhone as if it were trash.

She felt an urge to pick it up, but the trash can was right next to his feet, and as the focal point of the private room, it was really inappropriate to reach out and pick up a guest's discarded items.

Peng Yanzhou witnessed all of this and sneered inwardly: "Li Siyuan, do you think that throwing away your ex-wife's phone will make her disappear?"

He crossed his legs, his expression slightly frozen, and looked at Peng Yanzhou, feigning indifference: "She's scheming to get a divorce. If I don't do anything, wouldn't I seem too cowardly?"

"So what exactly do you want?" Peng Yanzhou couldn't help but ask directly, observing his recent behavior.

"But you ignored her for three years, then got entangled with Han Xin, and even signed the divorce papers yourself. Now you're blaming her for scheming against you? I wonder if there's something wrong with your head!"

Li Siyuan lowered his head, gazing thoughtfully ahead, reflecting on his recent actions. It seemed that, as Peng Yanzhou had said, his thinking had indeed gone astray.

He thought to himself, if it weren't for Shen Xuan, how could he have changed so drastically?

The thought of her being alone in the villa filled me with a strange sadness.

And then, her phone rang again in the trash can.

The screen's light flickered sharply in the darkness, standing out prominently as if to remind him of the caller's urgency.

Li Siyuan's gaze fell on "President Lu" again, and a stinging sensation arose spontaneously.

Peng Yanzhou looked at him coldly and said slowly, "Try using your birthday to unlock the screen."

“No need!” he replied resolutely.

It seems they've really decided to give up on this phone.

Shen Xuan spent the entire night at the Li family's house, and it wasn't until 3 a.m. that the bedroom door was quietly opened.

In her daze, she saw a tall shadow in the doorway through the dim light.

She huddled under the covers, shivering, not from the cold, but from unbearable hunger.

His gaze lingered on the outline of the bed. He quietly closed the door, put down his coat, and paused in front of the dressing table in the room.

Shen Xuan sat up abruptly from the bed, his gaze falling on the dressing table, where the frosted glass reflected his strong silhouette.

She groped her way over and took her phone out of his coat; the time showed 3 a.m.

Checking my phone, I found several missed calls and many read but unanswered messages on WeChat.

On such a night of mysterious disappearance, I wonder if Su Yan will worry about her.

It was completely dark outside, and even if she wanted to escape, she couldn't find her way.

When Li Siyuan stepped out of the room, Shen Xuan had already come downstairs. She searched the kitchen for some bread and milk to fill her stomach.

Considering that there were still several hours until dawn, she ate a little and then went back upstairs.

Li Siyuan, dressed in a bathrobe, stood at the top of the stairs, his gaze lowered as he watched the lonely figure in the living room below, his brow furrowed.

Shen Xuan was wearing an overcoat, but also pajamas. She looked slightly tired, with disheveled hair and a pale face, looking exactly like someone who hadn't gotten up in a long time.

She walked past him calmly into the bedroom, then went to the sink, cleaned her mouth briefly, and returned to the bedside.

Li Siyuan saw all of this, and his anxiety intensified.

He seemed to read resentment in her eyes, a blatant indifference.

Shen Xuan curled up in the quilt, her whole body wrapped tightly in the blanket. The chill seemed even greater today than yesterday.

The significant temperature difference between night and day makes the cold in the bedroom unbearable.

Before she knew it, a corner of the blanket was quietly pulled back, and a cold breeze seeped in, sending chills down her spine.

She pulled the blankets tighter, curling her body into a ball, like a kitten seeking warmth.

Li Siyuan stared intently at the silhouette in the blankets, this lack of security making him even more uneasy.

Over the past three years, although she has become his wife, he has not given her any sense of security; on the contrary, he has increased her fear.

She was never like this before, and he had no idea how much hardship she had suffered.

His hand involuntarily reached out to her, letting her rest her head on his wrist, and they fell asleep in a tight embrace.

Shen Xuan turned over and placed his wrist under her neck, gently holding his palm with one hand. In the moonlight, the man could clearly see her delicate face.

She didn't open her eyes, but lay quietly flat; neither of them truly fell asleep.

A moment later, a series of strange movements startled her awake.

"Li Siyuan, you..."

The man let out a deep groan and pinned her down.

……

She awoke in a daze the following afternoon.

The sunlight outside the window has quietly risen, filtering through the curtains into the bedroom and adding a touch of mysterious light and shadow to this tranquil space.

She struggled to sit up in bed, her body aching all over, her limbs weak, as if she might collapse at any moment.

The room was empty except for her.

Her pajamas had been replaced with his large silver robe; the rest of the changes were nowhere to be found at a glance.

Recalling everything from last night, a trace of hatred swept through my heart.

He had never been intimate with her during their three years of marriage, yet now, on the verge of divorce, he still refused to let go.

Thinking of this, she felt as if something invisible was pressing on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Tears welled up in my eyes without my noticing, but I could only swallow all my grievances silently.