Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

One month, a whole month.

He didn't even make a single phone call during this time, completely ignoring his only woman.

Just when Shang Xi, who was suffering from nightmares every night, thought she was going to be abandoned like this, her phone rang.

It's an unknown number.

"Hello?"

"Are you Miss Shang?" The voice on the other end was a strange male voice speaking Chinese.

Shang Xi felt a little disappointed, so she simply replied coldly to the person on the phone, "This is Shang Xi. May I ask who you are?"

"Hello Ms. Shang, your husband asked me to pick you up to go to the airport. Your flight will take off in an hour. I'm already downstairs at the apartment building. Would you like me to come upstairs and help you with your luggage?"

"..."

"Miss Shang?"

"Oh, I'm here." Shang Xi seemed to have just come to her senses.

She got up from the sofa in the living room, ran to the window and looked downstairs. Sure enough, she saw the black Maybach she had ridden in a month ago.

"No need, I only have one box."

"Yes, Miss Shang, please come down as soon as possible. The master doesn't like to wait."

"Okay, I'll come down now."

beep...beep...beep...

The phone hangs up.

Shang Xi gripped her phone tightly, glanced around at the furniture covered with white sheets, and without a trace of lingering attachment, picked up her already packed suitcase and left the apartment.

The person who came to pick her up this time was not Yin Xiu. Although the voice on the phone sounded very mature, the person looked very young, as if he was still quite young.

Neither of them spoke the rest of the way, but Shang Xi could clearly feel the person in front of her scrutinizing her with a wide-eyed gaze.

Finally, the driver broke the peace.

“Miss Shang, you can call me Zuo Ye. I am Mr.’s… driver.”

"Hello, driver on the left."

"..."

Zuo Ye choked. Couldn't we have a pleasant conversation?

What kind of term is "left-hand driver"?

Seeing that he seemed to have been thwarted, Shang Xi kindly explained, "I'm sorry, I've always been very straightforward. If you don't mind, I can call you by your name next time."

"I'm glad Miss Shang is happy. A name is just a title." Zuo Ye smiled casually, then suddenly asked, "Actually, I have a question that I'm very curious about. I wonder if Miss Shang could answer it for me?"

"what is the problem?"

"The gentleman's whereabouts are always kept secret. How could Miss Shang be so sure that he would definitely stay at that hotel that night?"

The tone wasn't one of curiosity, but rather one of interrogation.

Shang Xi tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and said coolly, "It's just a blind cat catching a dead mouse. Sometimes, people are just so 'fate' for each other, aren't they?"

How did she know that Si Tingye would be at the hotel that night?

Ha, are we supposed to ask her to answer truthfully and say that she overheard it by accident in her past life?

I doubt anyone would believe that.

Rather than doing that, it's better to just muddle through with ambiguity.

Upon hearing this, Zuo Ye gave a forced smile and said bluntly in a tone that was not exactly threatening, "It seems that Miss Shang really knows nothing about our master."

"So what?" Shang Xi looked up and met the pair of cold eyes in the rearview mirror, and uttered a cold sentence from her red lips, "So what if you know nothing? I never care about the process, only the result. The fact that I have slept with your husband is a done deal, and you can't change anything no matter what you try."