You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

"My sweetie won't go back on her word, will she?" Looking at the reflection of his beautiful wife's trembling eyelashes in his arms, Shen Mochen felt a tickle in his heart. He buried his head in her neck and kissed his lips all the way down her neck.

When Yu Nanqing couldn't bear it any longer and shuddered, he slowly stopped, wrapped his arms around her waist, enveloped her tightly clenched fist in his palm, and looked down at her carefully.

"Your hands are so beautiful. You must be a very talented painter over there," he said softly, suddenly asking about her past.

This was the first time he had brought up her world on his own initiative.

Yu Nanqing was slightly taken aback, then turned over to face him.

She doesn't shy away from talking about it.

It should be said that discussing this topic is not a violation of the system's rules.

After she came back, she often let slip that she used to talk about me in the past while chatting with Shen Mochen.

But Shen Mochen would always pretend not to hear and automatically change the subject.

Her eyes were slightly red at the corners. She looked up and met Shen Mochen's dark eyes, and a ripple of emotion stirred in her heart. "Not impressive at all."

She was so stupid that she was completely fooled by her fiancé and half-sister, not even realizing she was being used as a pawn, and was even grateful and eager to be sacrificed for them.

However, she didn't plan to tell Shen Mochen any of this, otherwise she would feel ashamed.

She didn't want the person she liked to know about her miserable and stupid experiences.

Otherwise, the filter she received in Shen Mochen's eyes would fade.

Although she wasn't particularly skilled, her paintings were certainly impressive. After all, her half-sister had become a renowned "painting goddess" in the industry thanks to her paintings.

In her opinion, she was a completely neurotic god.

Her thoughts raced, and she moved forward slightly, reaching out to hug Shen Mochen tightly, rambling on about the interesting things she had encountered in that world.

Shen Mochen listened quietly, a faint smile on his face, his eyes carrying an ambiguous emotion.

He really is the pervert and madman that I used to always call him.

Watching her talk with such relish, laughing animatedly, he felt an urge to pinch her lips to stop her from continuing and to press down on the corners of her eyes to stop her from laughing.

A morbid vine was growing wildly in his heart, filled with insane jealousy of everything that could bring joy to his beloved.

Of course, what bothered him the most and drove him crazy was...

His sweetheart seems to really like her world, her... world without him.

The phone suddenly rang on the bedside table, abruptly stopping Shen Mochen's terrifying and perverse impulse.

His reddish pupils gradually cleared, his brow twitched slightly, and the fierce look on his face vanished completely when Yu Nanqing looked up at him.

He reached for his phone on the bedside table, paused for a moment upon hearing the voice on the other end, then responded softly, "I'll be right there."

"Going out?" Yu Nanqing asked after he hung up the phone, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Yeah, there's a problem with a project at the company, I have to go there." Shen Mochen cupped her face and kissed her, then lifted the covers and got out of bed. He quickly changed his clothes and kissed her again as he was about to leave. "I might not be able to come back tonight. I'll have Yu Yan bring Qiuqiu over to keep you company later."

Yu Nanqing was stunned for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the hem of his clothes. When she met his eyes, she immediately forgot what she wanted to say. She pursed her lips and said, "Be careful."

"Yes, I will, my good girl." Shen Mochen raised his eyebrows, and the frustration that had been weighing on his heart dissipated somewhat.

He will keep Guai Guai by his side forever.

He would...beg her to stay by his side like a humble puppy.

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Beijing Laboratory.

By the time Shen Mochen arrived, the matter had already been resolved. However, the person who broke through the security door to steal the experimental product had swallowed the drug upon entering and committed suicide immediately after being caught.

“President Shen, our security system cannot be breached by a single person, so this person must be part of a group.” The supervisor in charge of the laboratory was sweating profusely, his brows furrowed, and his face showed unease and fear.

This is the first time something like this has happened in two years, and this person almost stole the experimental subject on his first visit.

Their experimental products are extremely dangerous; even a slight spread could paralyze the entire city.

If this had happened three months ago, it would have been fine, since President Shen was working day and night in the lab back then, just to complete the experiment and spread it as soon as possible.

However, this happened right after General Manager Shen called for the experiment to be stopped.

If something really happens, his head will be twisted off and made into a ball.

Shen Mochen didn't speak, and his face was expressionless, except for the lowered eyebrows that revealed a hint of coldness and ferocity.

He went straight into the innermost part of the laboratory, carefully examined the experimental specimens, and seeing that there were no problems, he tapped the monitoring system next to him with his fingertip to confirm that the person had not done anything to the experimental specimens before he felt relieved.

"Where is he?" He turned and went out, closing the door behind him, and tested the latest security system with a blank expression.

"He's in the staff dormitory," the supervisor replied cautiously, his eyes slightly lowered, not daring to utter another word.

When the two arrived at the staff dormitory, four hours had passed since the man died. Due to the medication, the man's face was deathly pale, his eyes were sunken, and the skin and flesh on his neck were completely rotten, revealing the white collar tube.

Shen Mochen frowned, took medical gloves from a nearby cabinet and put them on. He pinched the man's chin and looked him over from side to side. He then rubbed his fingertips under the man's ear and forcefully pried out the chip embedded in it.

The supervisor's pupils dilated in surprise, and he hurriedly took the plate to receive it.

Shen Mochen glanced at him sideways, "Pack it in a vacuum bag."

"Yes." The supervisor paused slightly, glanced at the chip that had been chipped in an instant, and, not daring to waste any time, hurriedly took out a vacuum bag from the cabinet.

Shen Mochen searched the man's body carefully again, and in the end, besides the chip, he also found an unidentified mark on the man's scalp.

The pattern... looks familiar.

He... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before.

He threw away the razor, wiped his fingers clean with a wet tissue, gave a few instructions, and then stepped out.

The supervisor, who was completely unharmed, breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a sense of relief at surviving a disaster. He raised his eyebrows and swaggered back to the laboratory.

"President Shen." Yu Yan stood by the car in front of the laboratory and opened the door when he saw him come out.

"Go to Shuijun Bay." Shen Mochen rubbed his fingertips together lightly, his eyes filled with an unreadable emotion, shrouded in a thick fog, unclear and ambiguous.

Yu Yan paused for two seconds, couldn't help but glance at him in the rearview mirror, her brow twitched slightly, and she stepped on the gas.

Shuijun Bay, shrouded in a sea of ​​blood-red flowers, exudes an inexplicable sense of gloom. As vehicles drive into the alley, the motion-activated lights in front of the gate illuminate with a dim, warm glow.

To make things easier for Qiuqiu, several voice-activated lights were also installed in the villa.