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

Nie Zhisen naturally wanted to take Xu Qinghuan's luggage from Fu Yanshi's hands.

He took it from one side, but Fu Yanshi didn't let go from the other.

The two remained locked in a stalemate.

A gentle evening breeze ruffled Fu Yanshi's fine hair. He smiled and said, "It's no trouble at all to take my wife here."

"..."

Afraid that the two would start fighting again, Xu Qinghuan quickly said, "Brother Zhisen, hurry up and take the things upstairs. I've been packing for a long time and I'm very tired."

“Okay.” Nie Zhisen raised an eyebrow, smiled victoriously, and turned to walk inside with Xu Qinghuan.

Fu Yanshi was left alone, still standing in the same spot, not moving for a long time.

After a while, he returned to his car, took out his cigarette case and lighter, lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, and fixed his gaze on the floor where Fu Jiajia lived.

He waited there as if torturing himself, hoping to see if Nie Zhisen would stay overnight!

He was almost finished with a cigarette when the ash fell onto the back of his hand. The scarlet embers burned his skin, but he seemed oblivious to the pain, his gaze remaining perfectly still.

Time passed by minute by minute.

No one came out.

Fu Yanshi felt his temples throbbing, and his blood was churning and boiling, flowing backward through his limbs and bones!

He still couldn't accept the fact that Xu Qinghuan had fallen in love with someone else, or that she was about to belong to another man.

Fu Yanshi stubbed out the cigarette with his hand, feeling the burning pain, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use.

Finally, he got up, got out of the car, and strode towards the entrance of his apartment building.

He had only taken a few steps inside when he heard what sounded like Xu Qinghuan's voice from above.

"Hmm... I'd do anything for him... From now on, all I need is for him to be with me..."

Fu Yanshi's whole body stiffened abruptly, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water, chilling him to the bone.

Is the "he" she's referring to Nie Zhisen?

She actually likes Nie Zhisen, to this extent!

Even now, Fu Yanshi is unwilling to describe their relationship as love; he only feels that they are, at most, fond of each other.

My body felt frozen, and the pain was so intense I couldn't breathe.

Fu Yanshi pressed his hand to his heart; the intense, throbbing pain was almost suffocating him.

Suddenly, footsteps came from above.

Soon, Nie Zhisen's voice reached his ears.

"You haven't left yet?"

Fu Yanshi looked up at him, his eyes filled with hatred and jealousy.

Yes, even Fu Yanshi had his day when he was jealous of others.

But unlike him, Nie Zhisen's face showed more panic.

He had no idea what Fu Yan had heard, or how much he had heard...

"Mr. Fu, lying in the corner is not a good habit."

"Before we divorced, she was still my wife."

“That’s true.” Nie Zhisen smiled and spread his hands. “That’s why I’m out here now, not living with her! Don’t worry, if you can respect her, so can I. What you can give her, I can give too.”

Realizing that he probably hadn't heard their conversation about the child, Nie Zhisen relaxed a lot. "But I still want to thank you for taking care of her before."

"Nie Zhisen, if you treat her badly—"

“I would never treat her badly, since I went through so much trouble to get her.” Nie Zhisen interrupted him directly. “Remember to return her to me early tomorrow.”

After saying that, Nie Zhisen walked past him and left, trying to lure him away.

He dared not linger there, for fear that Fu Yan might overhear something he shouldn't have.