Best friends dressed up in ancient times to become mistresses? You run, I run too!

Uncle Zhong frowned.

"Was that lightning? No, wait, it doesn't look like it's going to rain!"

Fu Jinchuan also frowned slightly.

Just then, the villa gate opened.

Miss Shen's face was terrifyingly gloomy, like the sky before an impending storm, sending chills down one's spine.

She strode quickly to the sleek Lamborghini convertible parked at the entrance and got in with practiced ease. Liu'er followed closely behind, swiftly slipping into the car.

Immediately afterwards, the roar of an engine filled the air, and the Lamborghini sped away like a bolt of lightning.

Uncle Zhong: "Young Master, shall we continue following?"

Fu Jinchuan was no longer in the mood to care about the lightning strike. He paused, gritted his teeth,

"Yes, but be careful not to let your wife find out."

"Yes."

And so, the two cars drove at a distance that wasn't too close or too far, until finally, they discovered that the other car had gone home. The two people inside the car looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the end, Fu Jinchuan had no choice but to go home with him.

When I entered the bedroom, I found my wife sitting quietly on the edge of the bed. She didn't even lift her head when I made a sound, as if she was completely absorbed in her own world.

Fu Jinchuan felt even worse.

He pretended to be indifferent, ignored Miss Shen, and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he had changed into a silk nightgown.

But they found that Miss Shen was still sitting in the same spot, motionless, like a statue.

Her long eyelashes drooped, obscuring the emotions in her eyes and making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

Fu Jinchuan gritted his teeth as he watched.

It's ridiculous. He's the one who's been wronged, yet she's putting on airs, expecting him to lower himself and coax her. Dream on.

Fu Jinchuan scoffed coldly.

With his hands in his pajama pockets, he strode up to her, looking down at Miss Shen with a cold, disdainful gaze.

His tone was indifferent and nonchalant.

"What have you taken a fancy to this time? Just say it. Who are you trying to impress with this act?"

"Do you think your husband, a dignified prince of Beijing's elite circles, is short of your handbags and jewelry?"

He frowned after he finished speaking.

I feel that this statement is not assertive enough and that people might look down on him. Besides, he's still angry!

He then coughed lightly twice and added.

"Although you were not nice to me today, I'll let you know what you want since you're usually quite well-behaved."

Wait a minute, something feels off as we talk about it.

Fu Jinchuan frowned, looking annoyed, and reached out to grab his hair, but then he noticed a commotion nearby.

His wife, who is usually extremely particular about hygiene and cleanliness and has a severe case of mysophobia, suddenly kicked off her slippers.

Then, like a gust of wind, he climbed into bed.

She pulled the blanket over herself, then lay down and closed her eyes, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

Not right, not right.

This scene is truly extraordinary!

You know, his wife is a famously clean person!

No matter how late it is, I always make sure to take a shower first, and I stay in the bathroom for at least an hour or two, applying body lotion and washing my face and removing makeup.

Every step of washing and cleaning was performed without fail.

This habit has been an unwavering part of their marriage for so long.

However, today, she not only didn't remove her makeup, but she didn't even have time to change into her pajamas before hurriedly crawling into bed.

Fu Jinchuan, filled with doubt, couldn't help but ask:

"Wife, you..."

He had barely finished speaking when his wife interrupted him with an angry shout: "Shut up, get out!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Jinchuan was first taken aback, and then an inexplicable anger surged into his heart.

He stared wide-eyed at the woman on the bed with her eyes tightly closed, his eyes wide with disbelief.

This was the first time in all the time they had known each other that she had spoken to him in such a terrible manner!

Fu Jinchuan was so angry that his chest heaved and his breathing became rapid.

At the same time, the information his secretary had found during the day involuntarily surfaced in his mind...

The woman went to a pharmacy with a man and bought a lot of large umbrellas.

He asked a lot of questions?

The other party said that there were more than a dozen large boxes, which would last for at least several years.

Thinking of this, Fu Jinchuan felt as if a million ants were gnawing at his heart, making him extremely itchy.

He desperately wanted to know what had happened and wanted to ask her in person if she no longer loved him.

However, given the current situation, it is clearly not appropriate to speak.

Left with no other choice, he could only do his best to suppress the surging, chaotic emotions within him.

He silently turned off the light.

She tiptoed onto the bed and carefully lay down next to him.

When he realized that she didn't object, he was secretly delighted. He then moved his body little by little, slowly climbing onto her delicate shoulders and gently pulling her into his arms.

Feeling her soft body pressed tightly against him, Fu Jinchuan suddenly felt relieved.

Honestly, why is he thinking so much when he hasn't even figured anything out?

His sweet and soft wife was right in his arms, so what was there for him to panic about?

Having figured this out, he smiled contentedly, slowly closed his eyes, and peacefully drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, in Jiang Kingdom.

As usual, Song Hanchuan got up early to go to court.

After the morning court session ended, as was customary, he returned to his office to deal with the mountain of official business.

However, the moment he stepped into the government office, his heart suddenly began to pound wildly without warning.

Song Hanchuan quickly stretched out his right hand and tightly covered his chest, but this did not seem to have any effect.

My heart was still beating rapidly and powerfully, as if it were about to burst out of my chest.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and Song Hanchuan's eyes lit up instantly.

Immediately afterwards, he strode quickly toward the door without hesitation, while giving instructions to Qingyun beside him.

"Qingyun, prepare the carriage, let's go back to the manor."

Qingyun didn't know why her master was suddenly in such a panic, but she didn't have time to think about it and quickly ran to prepare.

Along the way, officials greeted him with smiles, but he acted as if he didn't see them and didn't even turn his head.

The other person scratched their head.

"What's wrong with the Prime Minister? Why are you in such a hurry?"

His colleagues nearby also looked puzzled.

"Who knows? This is the first time I've seen the Prime Minister so out of control. Could something have happened at home?"

The two exchanged a glance and then instructed their attendants to go and inquire about the matter.

Inside the carriage, Song Hanchuan kept urging them on.

"Hurry up, faster!"

"Yes, my lord."

The coachman cracked his whip and shouted "Giddy up!" Soon, the carriage sped along Zhuque Street and arrived at the Prime Minister's residence.

Song Hanchuan strode off the carriage and was about to run into the mansion when he was blocked by someone.