President, please comfort me.

On the other end of the phone, Ah Biao's face cracked with a rare expression. Their boss was known for his photographic memory, but now he had even forgotten someone as important as Jiang Wanyu.

He muttered to himself, but still explained aloud, "Jiang Wanyu is the eldest daughter of the Jiang family who was pestering you and confessing her feelings to you before."

After Ah Biao's reminder, Xiao He immediately remembered her; she really was a nuisance! Thinking of this, his face grew even more gloomy: "Keep an eye on her and don't let her get close to Wen Qi again."

"Yes."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao He lost the will to continue working overtime. He stood up, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and left the office.

After getting into the car, he instructed Ah Chen, "First, go to the shop that Wen Qi likes nearby and buy some desserts and milk tea, then come back."

"Okay, Brother Xiao." Ah Chen replied, skillfully turning the steering wheel, and the vehicle smoothly turned around, heading towards a well-known dessert shop nearby.

Sitting in the back seat, Xiao He closed his eyes, his mind racing. Although he wasn't sure exactly what Jiang Wanyu had said to Wen Qi, he could roughly guess seven or eight parts of it.

He secretly thought that he should buy more of Wen Qi's favorite desserts to take back later, and coax her a bit, and the storm would pass. After all, he really hadn't done anything wrong this time, and being misunderstood for no reason was truly unfair.

Meanwhile, Wen Qi, having finished speaking with Jiang Wanyu, returned to Chunfengli with a heavy heart. Her mood had already been less than pleasant these past few days, and today's events only amplified it, making her feel even more depressed and gloomy. She really disliked this feeling.

She simply couldn't bear the sudden appearance of such a "third party" in their otherwise peaceful and tranquil life. Just as Jiang Wanyu said, she came from an ordinary family and had only average education; being able to get together with Xiao He was indeed a case of climbing the social ladder.

A man like Xiao He naturally has no shortage of admirers. Rich heiresses and ladies from prestigious families flock to him like fish crossing a river.

Wen Qi sat quietly in front of her dressing table, gazing at her reflection in the mirror, her mind filled with a myriad of thoughts. As an ordinary, unremarkable working woman, she couldn't help but worry about the future.

Even if she could barely manage this time, what about the future? Just thinking about this made her feel a deep sense of powerlessness. Not only was her body exhausted, but her mind also felt like it couldn't bear such a heavy burden.

Moreover, the feelings that were never based on anything to begin with will probably gradually fade away without a trace under the wear and tear of these troubles.

Recalling every moment she'd shared with Xiao He, Wen Qi's feelings grew increasingly complicated. Just moments ago, she'd even felt a fleeting sense of relief that she hadn't gone all the way with Xiao He. However, a mere second later, another thought took over—she and Xiao He were, after all, a legally married couple, so why should she so easily give him up to someone else?

Torn between these conflicting emotions, Wen Qi remained unable to sort things out. At times she was emotionally extreme, at other times she was deeply saddened; she was an extremely sensitive and fragile person.

But sometimes, she would suddenly feel that nothing mattered. If someone wanted to take what belonged to her, then let them be! Anyway, she couldn't even muster the will to compete with people and things that could be easily taken away.

When Xiao He pushed open the door and entered the room, Wen Qi was still sitting there. He walked over with a smile, carrying a bulging bag full of various snacks and exquisite desserts.

He said softly, "Honey, I bought you your favorite food. See if there's anything you want to eat?"

However, Wen Qi merely glanced thoughtfully at Xiao He, her gaze not even falling on the overflowing bag in his hand. Then she shook her head, her tone slightly indifferent: "I don't want to eat. You eat. I'm sleepy and want to go to bed."

Hearing this, Xiao He felt a surge of helplessness and anger. This wasn't the first time; these past few days, every time he got home from get off work, before he could even exchange a few words with Wen Qi, she would always use "I want to sleep" as an excuse to avoid further conversation with him.

To be honest, Xiao He was also a little angry at this inexplicable cold violence.

He simply couldn't understand what he had done wrong to deserve such treatment from Wen Qi. Couldn't they just speak honestly about any grievances or misunderstandings and resolve them together? Why choose such a baffling and painful method?

Seeing that Wen Qi completely ignored him and lay down to go to sleep, Xiao He's anger was instantly ignited.

He stopped patiently coaxing Wenqi to talk as before, and with a little force, he tossed the bag in his hand towards the sofa. With a "clatter," some of the snacks and desserts inside spilled out. Then he turned around, took his pajamas from the closet, and went to the bathroom without looking back.

Upon hearing Xiao He's noise, for some reason, Wen Qi, who had been lying on the bed pretending to be asleep with her eyes closed, suddenly became moist, her eyes gradually filling with crystal tears... At the same time, a certain thought in her mind became clearer.

When Xiao He came out of the bathroom, still steaming from his shower, Wen Qi's emotions had completely subsided. She was half asleep when she felt someone tickling her forehead and cheeks. She clapped her hands, turned over, and continued sleeping.

For a fleeting moment, Xiao He was genuinely angry, but he quickly suppressed it. As for throwing the bag, that was entirely intentional; he wanted to see Wen Qi's reaction.

Xiao He originally thought that Wen Qi would either say to him coquettishly as before, "Xiao He, you're making too much noise, can you please be quieter?" or warn him in a slightly threatening tone, "Xiao He! If you make such a loud noise again, you'll be sleeping outside tonight!" But to his surprise, neither of these scenarios happened.

At this moment, Xiao He stood by the bed, gazing silently at the sleeping Wen Qi, his heart filled with regret and self-reproach. If he had known it would turn out this way, he shouldn't have acted impulsively. What if he had really frightened her? After all, she was so timid.

Looking at that peaceful sleeping face, Xiao He shook his head helplessly and with heartache. Finally, he bent down and gently kissed the little darling's forehead, as carefully as if he were handling an incomparably precious treasure.