A popular female live streamer with a constant stream of wealthy patrons.

"You should rest now, I won't bother you anymore."

Fu Yanshi took a few steps back, then grabbed the shirt from the sofa, put it on, and was about to leave.

“I’m the one who should leave. This is your home.” Xu Qinghuan’s nails dug deep into her flesh as she restrained herself from giving anything away. “I’ll be staying at Jiajia’s house for the next few days. I’ll also hand over the company’s affairs properly before resigning. You… call me when you’ve prepared for your wedding.”

"Xu Qinghuan, I've told you before, I have OCD."

"……so?"

“We’re not divorced yet, you’re still my wife, this is your home. Are you going to Fu Jiajia’s house to have an affair with Nie Zhisen while still married to her?”

Xu Qinghuan blinked, clearly not expecting so much.

It seems he really cares about this matter; he even connects it to Fu Jiajia's home when he goes there.

Fu Yanshi took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going on a business trip for the next few days and won't be going home. You'll stay here."

The last five words sound more like a command.

He instantly reverted to his identity as the president of the Fu Group, as if the disheveled person from before was not him at all.

In the end, she gave in.

"okay."

Then I heard him put on his shoes, open the door and leave, his footsteps heavy and slow.

Fu Yanshi didn't want to leave, and Xu Qinghuan knew that.

He's so slow because he wants me to ask him to stay. If I even show the slightest sign of trying to persuade him to stay, he'll turn back immediately!

However, Xu Qinghuan bit her lower lip tightly, preventing herself from making any sound.

……

After he left, Xu Qinghuan cleaned the house spotlessly.

Fu Yanshi was a germaphobe; she remembered that, she always remembered.

She was so exhausted that she couldn't move her hands anymore, and then she lay down on the sofa in the living room and fell asleep.

In her hazy state, Xu Qinghuan heard the sound of rain...

Pattering.

She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up from the sofa, but perhaps because she hadn't eaten much in the past few days, she was weak and finally had to hold onto the back of the sofa to get up.

It was indeed raining outside, and raindrops seeped through the cracks in the window, wetting the fluttering off-white gauze curtains.

Xu Qinghuan took out her phone and glanced at it. There were WeChat messages from Fu Jiajia and Nie Zhisen, but not from Fu Yanshi.

He didn't send himself any messages.

I subconsciously looked up at the table in the restaurant, but the note was gone.

In that instant, a powerful sense of loss washed over her, a heavy blow!

"As expected... one shouldn't have too much..."

Xu Qinghuan stared blankly at the raindrops hitting the glass outside until her phone rang.

Looking down, I saw it was an unfamiliar number.

She immediately assumed all the recent unfamiliar numbers were from the Fu family or Xia Wanyu, so she didn't answer them politely.

"what's up."

The other person clearly hadn't expected such a cold tone, and paused for a few seconds before asking, "Did you know they would call you?"

It was a male voice, and it sounded somewhat familiar.

"who are you?"

"Zhou Size".

"..." Xu Qinghuan immediately gripped her phone tightly. "Has something happened to Fu Yanshi?"

"Yes, he drank himself into a stomach hemorrhage and is currently in the hospital."

Xu Qinghuan subconsciously got up and was about to leave when she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Isn't Zhou Size one of Xia Wanyu's men? Why would he call me at this time?

As if sensing her doubt, Zhou Size said helplessly, "Xia Wanyu has never been Fu Yanshi's antidote, I know that very well."