SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

On the side road outside the tavern, the roar of an engine suddenly rose, and the Maybach smoothly drove onto the main road.

Lin Mu gripped the steering wheel with one hand, but the scene from just moments ago kept replaying in his mind.

He took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "What am I doing?"

Why does she cause me such strong emotional fluctuations?

"And why do I still feel so upset even now?"

"Who she has a relationship with is none of my business, is it?"

"But what am I inexplicably angry about?"

Why does trying to calm my mind backfire?

"In the end, even though I had confirmed that they were her people, roughly guessed their intentions, and even knew that what they said was a lie..."

"But why can't I control my thoughts, why can't I control my anger?"

At this point, Lin Mu's brows furrowed sharply, and his voice deepened:

"What did I just say?"

"What does it mean to knowingly tell them they're lying?"

"Even if what they're saying is true, so what?"

"What does this have to do with me?"

"Is it related?"

"Is there?"

"Damn it!" he suddenly cursed under his breath in the car, his face growing increasingly grim. "But why do I still feel this inexplicable irritation?"

He picked up the cigarette pack, flicked out a cigarette, and lit it with a small flame lit on his fingertip.

Amidst the swirling smoke, Lin Mu took a deep drag, and the instant he exhaled...

His mind was in complete turmoil.

He took another deep drag, the smoke blurring his deep eyes, and murmured, "Am I really going to let a woman control my emotions?"

By the time they entered the highway, Lin Mu had already lit countless cigarettes.

He tried countless times to suppress his emotions with cigarettes.

Unsurprisingly, it had no effect.

How could a mere cigarette extinguish the burning flame of love in his heart?

Lin Mu stubbed out his cigarette, took another deep breath, and floored the accelerator.

The Maybach roared like a beast as it sped away into the night.

……

the other side.

A pink SUV was driving slowly on the main road of Jiangcheng.

The pink color of the car body was particularly eye-catching in the night, but the atmosphere inside the car was unusually oppressive.

Yu Ning gripped the steering wheel, her tone apologetic: "This is all my fault, Qiu Hu, Zhi Yu, please don't take it to heart."

The two people in the back seat both turned pale, too exhausted to even refute.

Liu Zhiyu stared blankly at the car roof, her voice weak: "Sister Ning, this is really the last time."

"Next time you have a good suggestion, please don't come to me again. I'm really scared."

"It felt like hovering between life and death twice in one minute."

Qiu Hu leaned back in his chair, let out a heavy sigh, and said with a tone full of emotion, "Alas, things are even harder for Tiger!"

"After being idle in the Wunian Building for so long, I was finally thinking I could get some fresh air, but I ended up getting beaten up for no reason."

"Sigh..." The two looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

Qiu Hu patted Zhiyu on the shoulder: "We're really brothers in misfortune."

Upon hearing this, Yu Lan, sitting in the passenger seat, gave a wry smile: "Well, thankfully Wang didn't pursue the matter too much this time."

She paused, her eyes filled with confusion: "But who exactly is that man?"

"Seventh-tier awakened individuals are extremely rare in this world, and those at the high level of the seventh tier are even rarer... I really can't understand how the king and he became acquainted."

"Yeah, Sister Lan, otherwise next time..."

Before Yu Ning could finish speaking, Yu Lan interrupted her in a deep voice: "Yu Ning, if you're brave enough, go ask her yourself. We don't object, but don't drag us into it. We won't get involved anymore."

Qiu Hu nodded repeatedly in agreement: "That's right! Sister Lan is right, I'm all for Sister Lan this time!"

Liu Zhiyu also weakly raised his hand: "I second that."

"No? Aren't you curious about that man's identity?" Yu Ning pressed.

"Not curious," the three said in unison, their tone resolute.

Yu Ning pursed her lips, but the gossip fire in her eyes burned even brighter.

……

Outside the Yunjing residential area, there is a flower shop filled with blooming flowers and fragrant aroma.

The proprietress is a middle-aged woman in her forties with a full figure.

Her gaze lingered for a long time on a woman with stunning beauty wearing a loose coat.

She smiled and said, "You're such a pretty little girl. What kind of flowers would you like to buy? Would you like the shopkeeper to recommend some?"

The woman looked up, a faint smile playing on her lips: "Okay, boss lady."

The proprietress's smile widened, and she quickly walked up to her: "Young lady, are you buying these flowers for your loved one, or to visit a sick person?"

The woman gently bit her lower lip and said softly, "Boss lady, I made my boyfriend angry. I want to buy him a bouquet of flowers to apologize and make him happy."

"Wow!" the proprietress couldn't help but exclaim, her eyes widening in surprise.

She never imagined that such a beautiful girl would come all the way to buy flowers just to win over a boy.

She laughed and said, "Your boyfriend is so lucky!"

"I bet his heart will melt the moment he sees the bouquet."

"Really?" The woman's eyes lit up with anticipation.

"Of course it's true!" The proprietress smiled, her eyes crinkling, and leaned closer, lowering her voice, "Little girl, do you know?"

"Ninety-nine percent of men in this world will never receive flowers from their loved ones in their entire lives."

"You're so gentle and beautiful, and you even bought flowers to tease him. He'll definitely be overjoyed when he sees the bouquet!"

She paused, then added with the air of someone who's been there: "Actually, all the little conflicts stem from two people loving each other too much. The possessiveness that comes with that love is so extreme that they can't tolerate even the slightest imperfection."

The woman listened, a sweet smile playing on her lips.

She looked at the room full of flowers and said earnestly, "Boss lady, I'm dazzled by all the flowers here. Which one would you recommend?"

The proprietress pointed to the row of champagne-colored roses on the flower stand: "My suggestion is champagne roses."

She picked up a rose and handed it to the woman. The petals were like crushed moonlight, gentle and delicate: "The meaning of champagne roses is: falling in love with you is the greatest happiness of my life, which means that I am only devoted to you."

The woman's eyes lit up: "I love the meaning of this flower!"

"Then let's do as the proprietress says and wrap up all the champagne roses in the store!"

"Okay... Huh!?"

The proprietress paused for a moment, then laughed at the woman's earnest expression: "Silly girl, sending flowers is about the sentiment, not about sending more."

The woman looked a little dazed and blinked, "Is that how it is? I don't quite understand."

A moment later, a beautiful bouquet of champagne roses was wrapped up, and the proprietress asked, "Young lady, would you like a card?"

"A card?" the woman asked, somewhat puzzled.

The proprietress nodded: "Yes, you can write a few words for him on it, and when you look back on it later, it will be a wonderful memory for you both."

The woman pondered for a moment, then finally smiled, her eyes shining: "I will write it."

Soon, she picked up her pen and wrote a line of hasty but earnest words on the card:

Lin Mu, I misunderstood you. I apologize. Please don't be angry with me anymore, okay?

She thought for a moment, then added another line below, her cheeks flushing slightly after she finished writing.

Su Nianhe's heart will always belong only to Lin Mu.