[Urgent company matter, I’ve left first. I won’t have time to accompany you these two days. When you wake up, go home. We’ll contact by phone.]
Leaving in the middle of the night with an excuse, telling him to go home when he wakes up—what was she trying to do?
Dumping him?
Hmph.
Xu Cheng’an looked coldly at the words on the post-it, his eye sockets reddening, yet unexpectedly calm.
After a long silence, he slowly tore the post-it into pieces, crumpled it, flushed it down the toilet, then returned to bed and lay down, closing his eyes to continue sleeping.
From discovering Shen Ran was gone, tearing up the note, to lying back in bed, Xu Cheng’an’s behavior was remarkably calm, except for his reddened eye sockets, showing no other abnormality.
But for some reason, the quiet air became increasingly heavy, like the calm before a storm, oppressive and suffocating.
Inexplicably frightening.
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Airport.
A black, low-key Cayenne slowly stopped beside a man. The window rolled down, and Chen Jing frowned, glaring at Shen Xuan with a displeased expression: “You said not to contact often, and now you’re threatening me to pick someone up in the middle of the night. Are you sick?
Shen Yuan didn’t even glance at her, expressionlessly opening the passenger door and getting out of the car.
