Oh no! His rural wife is sweeter than a peach!

Lu Luozhi, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a slight noise.

She trembled slightly, her eyelids fluttering, and slowly opened a slit in her sleep.

The next second, she sensed something was wrong.

This doesn't seem to be Xiaorou's room.

I looked around blankly at the furnishings inside...

No, this is her and Ying Yuchuan's room!

Realizing this, her thoughts quickly returned, and she sat up as if she had sprung herself up.

When did she come back?

He scratched his head in confusion, unable to figure it out.

Wasn't she in Xiaorou's room? Why did she run back here?

A sound came from the doorway of the dressing room, and she quickly looked over.

In the dim light of the room, she saw Ying Yuchuan dressed in a neat suit and leather shoes, dragging a suitcase, looking like he was about to leave.

Their eyes met unexpectedly in mid-air.

Lu Luozhi was startled, and then, recalling the passionate scene from the previous night, she smiled awkwardly.

"Hey, good morning, hahaha..."

"It's still early."

Ying Yuchuan said calmly, "You can continue sleeping. I'm going on a business trip and will be back the day after tomorrow."

"I'm giving you time to think of an excuse for why you didn't reply to my messages or answer my calls last night."

"..."

Lu Luozhi rolled her eyes.

Who's afraid of who? She's not afraid of anything right now.

"No need to wait any longer, I'll explain now. It's because I don't want to—listen carefully—I don't want to answer your call; it'll spoil my meal!"

Luluzhi, you're getting more and more awesome!

Look at those words, how assertive they are.

She glanced at his expression secretly.

Ying Yuchuan came to the foot of the bed, his expression unmoved by her words.

But that imposing aura... Lu Luozhi shrank back towards the head of the bed.

Thinking that if he got annoyed and wanted to continue what happened last night, she took the opportunity to get out of bed.

After gazing at her for half a minute, Ying Yuchuan moved, went to the bedside table on the side where he slept, bent down and took the book out of the small drawer.

The book she cared about a lot.

"Aren't you very interested in this book?"

He held it high in front of him so she could see it clearly, saying, "Now I'm taking it."

Lu Luozhi looked over there.

Wait, it really is that book by Sanmao.

The cover still had some dried water stains; it was definitely the book she had wet last time.

Just as she was wondering how this book ended up here, the next second, Ying Yuchuan started tearing it apart.

"I should have thrown this book in the trash a long time ago. It's a bit late now, but not too late."

One page was torn off, and then another was torn off.

Lu Luozhi stared at his actions in astonishment and shock.

The snow-white paper was torn into pieces in his hands, fluttering in mid-air before slowly falling to the ground.

"This bookmark."

He held up the bookmark tucked between the pages of the book.

There is a line of words written by Li Wan herself on it.

"You care about it a lot."

He tore at the bookmark again. "I'm telling you again, I don't like this woman. It's my fault for keeping this book. I should have thrown it away a long time ago."

The rectangular bookmark shattered into pieces in his hand, which he then scattered into the air.

Through the fragments, Lu Luozhi stared blankly at the stern and unyielding man before her.

In a daze, an image flashed through her mind.

She seemed to see herself as a child, and in front of her was a boy of about ten years old...