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

My thoughts came to an abrupt halt with the sudden stop of the brakes. As it turned out, nothing happened at the time, but thinking about it later, my chest still felt like it was about to explode with anger.

Shen Mochen stared intently at the white car that had suddenly stopped in front of him, his eyes practically spitting fire.

Long Yaoyao, who was suddenly thrown into the front seat due to inertia, groaned in pain, covering her throbbing forehead with her hand. Just as she was about to complain, she looked up and saw Shen Mochen's expression, which was like that of a demon. Her eyes widened slightly, and the words she was about to say were immediately swallowed back.

What's wrong with braking? In an emergency, who can't brake?

She swallowed hard, sat back down dejectedly, and silently rubbed her forehead.

The car in front suddenly stopped because it needed to let someone out, but this is on an elevated highway, stopping so suddenly is just crazy.

Shen Mochen paid no attention to what the car in front of him was doing. He calmed his displeasure and thought that at least Yu Nanqing was watching it behind his back, and she didn't even have any compassion. Maybe it was just a random push from the system.

He felt a little better after realizing that Yu Nanqing hadn't meant to see those videos. His expression returned to normal, and he drove past the car in front of him.

The reason he was so angry was not only because Yu Nanqing had watched those videos, but mainly because two of the streamers looked exactly like Chen Qing, and his frivolous and manipulative behavior was exactly the same as that shameless scoundrel.

Yu Nanqing would occasionally mention that person, seemingly wanting to explain to him. Although he always pretended to be nonchalant and indifferent, in reality, his heart was being torn to shreds, and the pain was so intense that he often tore that person into pieces in his dreams.

He's not that generous; he can't tolerate his wife having feelings for another man.

He's just putting on an act.

Good men always put on an act.

Only by pretending not to be so petty and always appearing understanding can you win your wife's love.

That matter is not mentioned because it is a thorn in one's side. It would be better not to mention it, because once it is mentioned, it is impossible to pull it out by the root. It leaves one bloodied and mangled, and the pain is so intense that one cries out to heaven and earth in vain.

He thought about it the whole way, and Long Yaoyao was also terrified the whole way. When the car stopped, she immediately opened the door and got out, breathing in the fresh, pressure-free air with a sense of relief.

She felt that Shen Mochen was like someone with a serious illness, his heart as narrow as a needle point. She had only said he was aloof, so why did he turn so angry, his face darkening the whole way, as if he wanted to kill her?

That's what she thought, but when she looked at Shen Mochen's face, she still smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Mochen."

Upon hearing her address, Shen Mochen paused and turned to look at her.

Startled by his sudden reaction, Long Yaoyao instinctively took two steps back.

"Don't call me brother," Shen Mochen said calmly, then turned and strode toward the elevator, his aura somewhat cold.

Yes, he's angry again.

His thought process was more convoluted than a winding mountain road. The thought of Yu Nanqing calling him Shen Mochen made him angry. It was more intimate than a stranger calling him that. She really didn't consider him one of her own.

Long Yaoyao thought he was really being unreasonable, but she still obediently changed her address and started calling him Little President Shen.

Shen Mochen tacitly approved of her address, glanced at the job offer letter, and pressed the elevator button for the eighth floor.

The subsidiary is about a two-hour drive from the head office, in another city in Huaibei.

After entering the office, Shen Mochen began to hand over his work to the former president. He was quick to understand and experienced, so he quickly got the job done.

After seeing off the former president, he briefly went to the office area and introduced himself to the employees.

Although the subsidiary is not as large as the parent company, it is still a large company with thousands of employees, a systematic operational structure, and complete levels.

So after visiting all the departments, two hours had passed. Shen Mochen had met Long Aoshi at nine o'clock, and it was now three o'clock in the afternoon.

His normal working hours are from 8 a.m. to 7 p.m.

This means that from now on, he will have to leave home at six in the morning and not get home until nine at night.

Shen Mochen frowned. He had never complained about his even busier schedule before, because back then he didn't have a wife and would spend all his time at the company, sometimes even feeling like he had so little work.

But things are different now. He's a married man. After getting together with Yu Nanqing, he felt that working hours were too long, leaving for the company at 10 a.m. and returning home at 4 p.m. at the latest. Now he's working from 6 a.m. to 9 p.m.? He can't stand it, not even a donkey could.

After much effort and negotiation, he finally changed his schedule.

I need to earn money, and I also need to spend time with my wife.

His wife was his life; if he lost his life, no amount of money would matter.

I start work an hour later in the morning and finish get off work two hours earlier in the evening.

As soon as the announcement was sent out, the company group chat exploded with praise for the new president.

This is a more humane work schedule. What was that before? It was exploitation, absolute exploitation!

Because she was frightened, Long Yaoyao didn't dare to bother Shen Mochen after she went to her workstation, fearing that he might slap her away from the eighth floor out of his deep resentment.

By then, who will care who she is? All that will be pulled out of the artificial lake will be human body fragments.

No matter how much Long Aoshi prayed to the gods and Buddhas, he couldn't bring her back.

She didn't meet Shen Mochen again until after get off work.

Long Aoshi was worried about her, so he asked Shen Mochen to take her back. She wanted to refuse, but she couldn't persuade the old-fashioned Long Aoshi.

The two looked at each other in silence. Long Yaoyao originally wanted to say hello, but when she saw Shen Mochen glance at her lightly, she didn't want to say anything anymore.

She simply shut her mouth, moved nimbly, and followed Shen Mochen into the elevator.

Because he had to take a detour to drop off Long Yaoyao, he wouldn't get back until six or seven o'clock, which made Shen Mochen still feel bad on the way back.

He kept a straight face the whole way, dropped the person off, and as soon as the person got out of the car, he sped away.

Long Yaoyao forced a smile, but it was too late. Because Shen Mochen was driving too fast, she turned pale and after a while, she squatted down and vomited profusely.

The destination was home, so Shen Mochen's mood improved significantly. He reviewed his actions that day and labeled himself as polite.

He thanked the company employees thirteen times today, gave Long Yaoyao two friendly looks, listened patiently to what Boss Long had to say, and even waited for the other party to hang up first when answering the phone.

If he just keeps going, surely no one will say he's aloof and heartless anymore.

He mainly wanted some psychological comfort. He was changing, so Yu Nanqing shouldn't keep making excuses like saying no one wanted him.

She has to take everything that others don't want.

He never thought he was bad before, but now he's so insecure that he feels like he's bad in every way.

My anxiety rose little by little as the elevator floor went up. When I opened the door and saw my beautiful wife waiting by the door, I couldn't resist and eagerly went over to hug her.