On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Separated by a wall.

Si Qing stood tall and elegant behind the door frame, his handsome back leaning back loosely.

The cold, quiet incandescent lights in the corridor illuminated the fragile figure of the woman in the ward, trembling and rising and falling amidst suppressed sobs.

She sobbed uncontrollably, her grief reaching its peak, yet she dared not let it out. Her broken voice was like the mournful cry of a young animal, trembling in the wind beside her ears.

The man's sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly, his cold and handsome face expressionless, but his eyes were unfathomable.

He slowly straightened up, and a lighter appeared out of nowhere on his jade-colored fingertips. The silver metal made his knuckles look cold, and as he bent his finger down, a hot flame ignited with a "click".

His frost-covered pupils seemed to contain an unyielding, thick ink.

Yu Jinzhao calculated the time and walked out of the ward right on the dot.

Stepping out the door, I immediately saw the man sitting on the bench opposite me.

His white silk shirt outlined his tall and imposing figure, the collar of which was loosened. The cold, lifeless light from the fluorescent bulb made him appear cold as well.

His posture was casual and languid, yet his aura remained consistently cold and arrogant, emanating from his very bones the weight of his position and power.

It is cultivated in a specific environment, and others cannot cultivate or imitate it.

Wherever he is, he is a stunning and unique presence.

He was fiddling with the lighter, sparks flying from his fingertips.

In the silent corridor, the clicking sound had an indescribable sense of oppression.

She stood quietly, suddenly afraid to disturb him.

Suddenly, he noticed something and looked up, his dark eyes sweeping over her.

The moment their eyes met, the profound understanding in his eyes made her feel an invisible sense of invasion throughout her body.

"I'm all better now, I can go." She said, her voice still trembling from crying. Even though she tried her best to hold it in, her heavy nasal tone revealed that she had just broken down.

Upon hearing this, Si Qing's furrowed brows relaxed somewhat.

He stood up and strode towards her step by step.

His fingers continued to press the lighter methodically, the flames flickering incessantly, yet unable to dispel the chilling aura emanating from him, making him appear extremely profound.

She sensed that he wasn't in a good mood.

As he approached, he said sincerely, "I'm sorry to have taken up your time."

Si Qing's calm gaze was fixed on her pale face, her eyes were red-rimmed, and beneath her forced composure lay an inexplicable loneliness and sadness, with a dark red tinge at the corner of her mouth, like dried blood.

"Who taught the young lady to develop this self-harming habit?"

His breathing suddenly became heavier, and he abruptly raised his hand, his fingertips roughly grazing her bitten lip, leaving a trace of blood.

Yu Jinzhao recoiled in pain, licked her lips, and met his long, deep gaze again, which was full of domineering coldness.

I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I feel like his current displeasure isn't because he's been waiting too long, but because of the wound on her lip.

But she knew that this did not mean he cared about her; it was just a man's possessiveness at play.

After all, she was his wife, and in his eyes, she was his possession.

She understood him. In this world, those marked with his mark were not his to be violated, and no one else, including herself, could do as they pleased.

"Hospital rules prohibit loud noises, but I was so excited to see my grandma that I wanted to keep my voice down," she explained softly and slowly, blinking.

Si Qingjun raised a cold eyebrow, exuding an air of unruliness and roguish charm.

If it were a different hospital, he might have believed her explanation.

But this is her family's hospital, so the so-called rules are not up to her to decide.

Clearly, she didn't want him to hear her crying.

His pupils were even darker, as if they had been eroded by the depths of winter. He spoke again, his voice deep and cold.

"So, it seems I hindered Miss's performance?"

Because we were so close, his breath was piercing and chilling when he spoke.

If he was displeased just now, he's angry now, as if he's been offended.

Although she didn't know what she had said that offended him, she knew that if he were angry normally, her first reaction would be to feel nervous.

But he kept calling her "Miss," which made her feel that their relationship was the same as before. So, compared to nervousness, she felt more curious, and this curiosity even overshadowed the sadness in her heart.

He keeps calling her "Miss," does that mean he wants to make up with her?