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

Shen Mochen paused slightly, his eyes flickering. Remembering the old woman's incessant chatter, he forced a fake smile. "...Are you...going out?"

"Yes, go pick up my eldest grandson." The old woman nodded and took an orange out of the bag she was carrying and handed it to him. "This orange is so sweet. My daughter-in-law bought it. Try it."

Shen Mochen looked down at the orange, and was about to refuse when the old woman shoved it into his hand. Then, as if she had thought of something, she took out another one and gave it to him, saying, "Let your Xiaoyu have a taste too."

"I saw Xiao Yu leave when I came back from my walk. She got into a handsome young man's car. That must be her brother. He looks quite young," the old woman said, her eyes scrutinizing his expression.

Unfortunately, Shen Mochen remained expressionless, making it impossible for her to detect anything amiss.

Her curiosity compelled her to get to the bottom of things. She glanced at the elevator floor and said a few more words, “It seems like young girls these days all like relationships with younger men. Last time I passed by the matchmaking corner in our neighborhood, I heard several women say they wanted younger partners, saying that younger men are clingy and romantic, and even if they argue, it’s still nice to watch them.”

"Sigh, I'm really getting old. I don't understand the thought process of these young people." She sighed softly, turned her head to look at Shen Mochen again, and when she didn't see the expression she wanted to see, she showed some regret. Seeing that it was almost too late, she said goodbye and hurriedly left with her bag.

Once her figure disappeared from sight, Shen Mochen looked up at the direction she had left in, the orange in his hand now crushed to pieces.

The yellow juice dripped down my fingertips, almost into my sleeve, before being caught and wiped away with a tissue.

The underground parking garage was shrouded in darkness, with only the emergency exit signs emitting a bright green light.

Shen Mochen sat in the car, tapping his phone screen with his finger, skipping over the pinned app several times.

A handsome young man?

His eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his eyes were filled with mist. After a long while, he moved and pulled out the crumpled business card from the car's glove compartment.

This card was taken out of Guai Guai's clothes that night. After taking a picture and having someone investigate, he put the card back. In the afternoon, just before lunch, he watched as Guai Guai added this person.

He didn't show it on his face, but he was so angry he felt like he was going crazy. In the middle of the night, he was so angry that he scratched his head and got up, crumpled the card into trash, stomped on it a few times, and then put the card back in a cowardly manner.

Fearing that Guai Guai would notice, he stuffed it into his clothes pocket. Last time, when he got off the bus, he accidentally left it on the bus, and he didn't even have time to destroy the evidence.

He glanced at the information on the card, his gaze then falling on the introductory information on the right.

Based on her birth age, she is indeed younger than him.

But Yu Nanqing just said last time that his skin was so delicate it could break at a touch, so this person couldn't possibly be more youthful than him.

Thinking this way, he finally felt a little better.

[Host, you'd better not get involved. Tests have shown Yu Nanqing's philandering index is a whopping 60%.]

The system stared at him, its heart pounding with excitement, thinking it would take advantage of this last bit of time to provoke him one last time, ideally until he had absolutely no will to live.

Shen Mochen glanced coldly at the ugly thing in front of him, whose purpose was all too obvious. He had been worried just now, but after hearing what it said, he felt much more at ease.

Its purpose was extremely obvious: it clearly wanted to create discord between him and Yu Nanqing, and then take the opportunity to break them up.

Perhaps that old woman was also an NPC it arranged for him to complete the mission.

His mood instantly brightened, and he put down his phone, deciding to completely trust his wife.

This time, the mission is to rescue a man named Liu Yuan from a factory in the suburbs.

The system says that this person is an NPC who helps the relationship between the male and female protagonists to develop rapidly, and the plot point is coming soon. Liu Yuan absolutely cannot die now.

Shen Mochen didn't care whether these things were true or not. He only knew that once he completed this mission, he could completely seize the system's weakness and destroy it along with this ridiculous plot.

The factory in the suburbs is far from the city center; it took two hours to drive there.

The factory, located in a desolate and uninhabited area, exudes a sense of desolation and eeriness.

Shen Mochen parked the car in front of the factory and, as he got out, reached out and pinched the lucky charm hanging in the car.

This was made by Yu Nanqing using red string. Initially, she bought the red string to make a doll, but it was too difficult, so she found a tutorial online and finally made the simplest peace charm.

The factory seemed to have been abandoned long ago; the empty factory was filled with a strong, musty smell, and you could hear echoes when you stepped on the cement floor.

Shen Mochen walked forward following the system's instructions, only stopping when he heard human voices.

The sound wasn't coming from some dilapidated room in front; instead, it was coming from behind.

"Turn around." A rough and arrogant voice rang out, and Shen Mochen's brows twitched slightly, his dark eyes instantly filled with ferocity and darkness.

His cold, sharp brows furrowed slightly, and the roguishness and sickly air that had faded with his married life gradually reappeared.

He slowly smiled, put down the golf club in his hand, raised his hands, and slowly turned around.

Seeing that he was cooperating, the man breathed a slight sigh of relief, stepped forward with his gun, kicked the golf club away, and then sternly forced him to move forward.

The man led the man into a dilapidated room with a door, then kicked him in the knee, forcing him to kneel.

There were six people in the room. Four of them were armed with knives and guns for defense. In addition to Shen Mochen, the other person who was brought in was a man who was tied to a chair and had a burlap sack over his head.

Shen Mochen glanced at it casually, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever.

His wrists were tied with rope, and he was then dragged to another dilapidated chair strapped with a bomb.

Shen Mochen glanced down at his clothes, which were now a mess, and felt glad that he hadn't worn matching outfits with his sweetheart.

Before he could even ask the system what was going on, the system, with its acting skills on full display, let out a thunderous scream.

Shen Mochen was annoyed by its noise and coldly told it to shut up.

But knowing what was about to happen, the system was no longer afraid. It continued to chatter on and on for a long time until the man's hood was removed, at which point it stopped keeping the audience in suspense.

Shen Mochen finally saw the man's face clearly. His heart, which had been calm as still water, suddenly trembled a few times.

This unsettling feeling reached its peak when the system brought up the screen showing Guai Yu Nanqing's side.

This is a life-or-death situation.

He twitched his lips, his expressionless face now showing anger and a hint of irritation.

His heart was pounding in his chest, and his anger and unease made it impossible for him to keep up the act any longer.

He guessed what would happen next, so he reacted extremely violently, snapping the ropes binding his hands, grabbing the stool beneath him with his bleeding hands, and smashing it violently against the person closest to him.