It's just a toy, why would you care if it breaks?

Nan Yan turned her head to the side after being slapped, and a clear red mark instantly appeared on her face.

He was stunned. The confusion and dependence on his face vanished instantly, replaced by shock and bewilderment.

Wei Xun's chest heaved violently, his anger still burning, and his words stabbed out like knives: "Look at what you've done! How could you be so despicable?"

"I've gone to great lengths to help you live a normal life, to help you have some self-respect, and what have you done? A leopard can't change its spots, can it?!"

"Sir, I..." Nan Yan's lips trembled, and tears welled up in her eyes.

He wanted to explain, but didn't know what to say.

"What? You're obsessed with this to the core, aren't you? You can't change it, can you?" Wei Xun interrupted him, his tone even more cutting: "If you like this kind of thing so much, go back to your club!"

Nan Yan trembled all over from his shouting. Looking at the disgust and anger in Wei Xun's eyes, she felt as if her heart was being torn apart.

He knew he was wrong, terribly wrong, and had disappointed his husband.

"Still lounging in my room? Get out!"

Nan Yan dared not linger any longer. She wrapped her loose shirt tighter around herself and ran out of Wei Xun's bedroom crying.

Wei Xun stood there, his chest still heaving. The warm touch from before seemed to linger on his skin, making him feel uneasy.

He looked at the mess of clothes on the bed and the melted ice cream on the floor, and kicked the chair next to him in frustration.

He strode over, grabbed the clothes from the bed, haphazardly rolled them into a ball with the sheets, and threw them forcefully into the corner.

Then he turned and went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and the cold water poured over his body, which slightly suppressed the anger and agitation in his heart.

Wei Xun knew that Nan Yan had become like this because of her past experiences at the club; those traumas couldn't be erased overnight.

His words were too harsh, and he even hit him; he went too far.

After taking a shower and changing into clean loungewear, Wei Xun calmed down considerably.

He walked to the corner, looked at the little black cat keychain on his phone, and felt a strong sense of regret.

Nan Yan relied on him so much and was so afraid of being abandoned, yet he used the most hurtful words to scold her and drive her away.

He took a deep breath, walked to Nan Yan's bedroom door, and gently knocked: "Nan Yan, I was too harsh just now. Open the door, let's talk properly."

There was no response.

Wei Xun knocked again, his voice softening slightly: "Nan Yan? It was my fault, I shouldn't have said that to you. Please open the door, okay?"

There was still no sound.

Wei Xun's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up in his mind.

He tried pushing the door, which wasn't locked and opened easily.

The bedroom was empty; no one was there.

The blankets on the bed were folded neatly, as if no one had ever slept on them.

Wei Xun's heart sank instantly.

He immediately turned around and searched the entire villa, including the living room, kitchen, bathroom, study, and even the balcony, but there was no sign of Nan Yan.

"Nan Yan! Nan Yan!" Wei Xun called out his name.

He wanted to call Nan Yan, but saw his phone watch sitting quietly in the corner of the living room, charging.

He didn't bring his phone or watch.

Wei Xun rushed to the window, pushed it open, and saw that the rain was pouring down outside.

Did Nan Yan run away?

The moment this thought crossed Wei Xun's mind, his heart leaped into his throat.

He immediately grabbed the umbrella on the wall, ran quickly out of the villa, and rushed to the security booth at the entrance of the community in the rain.

"Security! Security! Did you see a teenager run out of the residential area just now?"

The security guard paused for a moment, thought carefully, and said, "Yes! About ten minutes ago, a teenager did run out. He was wearing a long white shirt, which looked like a raincoat. He ran very fast, was barefoot, his hair was soaked, and he was crying."

Wei Xun's heart sank completely.

Just then, his phone rang, and the number on the screen made his heart skip a beat.

Clutching his phone, he quickly walked to a corner outside the security booth, avoiding the security guard's gaze, and pressed the answer button.

"Good evening, Mr. Wei." A deep, respectful voice came from the other end of the phone; it was someone from the Thorn Rose Club.

"What is it?"

"Excuse me for bothering you, but I wanted to report two things to you." The other party's voice remained respectful: "This was specially arranged for you by our club. After all, you are a VIP member and should enjoy exclusive services."

A sense of unease rose in Wei Xun's heart, but he patiently asked, "What is it? Just say it."

"The first thing we did was deal with that psychologist, Chai Guodong," the other person said casually. "You probably already know he's dead. The police ruled it an accidental electrocution, but actually, we did it."

Wei Xun's body stiffened abruptly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he was too shocked to speak.

The psychiatrist's death was actually orchestrated by the club?

"He's so tactless," the other person continued, "Your Toy 073 consulted him and revealed some things about the club. That wouldn't have been a big deal, but he actually went and called the police, exposing our club. Keeping someone like that around will only cause trouble; we have to shut him up forever."

Wei Xun's mind was buzzing, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

He sent Nan Yan to see a psychologist in the hopes that she could get rid of the shadows of her past, but he never expected that it would indirectly cause the doctor's death.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wei, we've done a flawless job. The police report has been cleared, so it won't cause you any trouble." The other party seemed to be taking credit.

Wei Xun's throat tightened: "And the second thing?"

"The second thing is that we've done regular maintenance on your toys." The other person's voice softened slightly. "This is a member benefit of our club. To improve your user satisfaction, we will regularly maintain the toys registered under your name."

"Maintenance?" Wei Xun's unease grew stronger. "What kind of maintenance?"

"It's just simple medication," the other party said casually. "We found that 073's service has been consistently unresponsive and not proactive enough with you, so we gave him a shot. This shot will make him more considerate and better at pleasing you, guaranteeing a significant improvement in your experience."

With a bang, Wei Xun's mind seemed to explode.

He finally understood. Nan Yan's unusual behavior just now wasn't due to excessive longing, nor was it because of past trauma; it was because of the drugs at the club!

Those absent-mindedness, dependence, and intimacy that crosses boundaries are all the result of the drug's effects!

He wronged Nan Yan, even hit him, and said so many hurtful things.

Wei Xun immediately flew into a rage: "Who gave you permission to do this?!"

"Mr. Wei, please don't be angry." The other party was startled by his reaction and quickly explained, "This is our standard service. All premium members' toys undergo regular maintenance to ensure your comfort. We're doing this for your own good."

"For my own good?" Wei Xun's anger nearly burst from his chest. "I don't need this kind of maintenance! You're not allowed to touch him again! You're not allowed to give him any more injections, and you're not allowed to use any more medication! Do you hear me?!"

"Yes, yes, Mr. Wei, please don't be agitated." The other party quickly replied, "Do you want to cancel the regular maintenance service? I'll make a note for you right now."

"Cancel it immediately! Right now!" Wei Xun roared.

"Okay, it's been cancelled. We will absolutely not interfere with 073 again." The other party asked, "Mr. Wei, do you have any other instructions?"

Wei Xun took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Now is not the time to get angry; Nan Yan is still outside in the rain, her situation uncertain.

"You can locate him using the chip, right? Help me find him now."