After three years of misplaced affection, Mrs. Yu is no longer willing to pretend to be obedient.

"Ailing, what happened?" Zhou Ze'an frowned. "You don't look well."

"It's nothing." Jane Ailing quickly shook her head and forced a smile at him.

She really wanted to ask Yu Yunting if he had ordered the sweet soup, and even if he was the person who lived across the street from her, but she had no evidence to prove that he was involved in everything.

She could already imagine that Yu Yunting would deny it outright, or even ridicule her and laugh at her for being delusional.

Jane Ailing composed herself and put the sweet soup aside. "By the way, Brother Ze'an, was there something you wanted to tell me?"

Zhou Zean looked at Jian Ai's absent-minded appearance, and after a moment he simply shook his head, "It's nothing, the food you cooked today was delicious."

"Ailing, are you really alright?"

"I'm fine. Brother Ze'an, I have some things to do this afternoon. The client wasn't very satisfied with the photos we provided, so I need to retouch them."

"Okay, then you go ahead and get busy." Zhou Ze'an understood her unspoken meaning. "Then I won't bother you any longer."

After seeing Zhou Ze'an off, Jian Ailing wandered around the room somewhat blankly. She looked at the large glass door, then immediately went to the side and closed the window.

Jane Ailing sat on the edge of the sofa and picked up her phone to call Zhu Yan.

"Lingling, what's up?" Zhu Yan answered the phone, sounding like she was outside.

"I just want to ask, does the property management here hire cleaning services to clean the residents' homes?"

"Huh?" Zhu Yan was completely confused. "How is that possible... I've never heard of such a good thing. Is that cleaning lady at your door right now? Wait a minute, don't let her in yet, I'll contact the property management..."

"No need, she really is here to clean." Jian Ailing sighed helplessly. "Yan Yan, did you give Yu Yunting my address?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

"Why...why are you asking that?"

Hearing her reaction, Jane Ailing already understood what was going on.

"It's alright, you should go on your date."

"Lingling... don't be angry with me! My third cousin suddenly asked me... I... I found it hard not to answer. You know him..."

"understood."

She hung up the phone and tossed it aside, somewhat bewildered.

Jane Ailing's gaze fell once again on the bowl of sweet soup on the table.

Rather than a dessert for her, this bowl of sweet soup was more of a warning.

He just wanted to tell himself that she was still Mrs. Yu and couldn't continue seeing Zhou Ze'an.

Although Jane Ailing had no intention of pursuing a deeper relationship with Zhou Ze'an, she also disliked Yu Yunting's invisible yet always palpable control and infiltration.

She's just a toy, so why won't he let her go?

Jane looked at the calendar on her phone. Thankfully, in another week, they could go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get their divorce certificate.

By then, Yu Yunting will have no right to control her interactions with anyone.

But she didn't want to spend the rest of her time under this silent surveillance.

Jane Ailing turned her head back to the French windows.

Although drawing the curtains would prevent the people across the street from seeing her every move, Jian Ailing still didn't want to take the risk of being seen at any time.

-

This is the third night already.

Yu Yunting sat by the window, staring intently at the house across the street, at the pitch-black interior.

Since that day, the curtains on the French windows have been drawn.

Now he was almost certain that she had left.

I was too impatient, which made her realize that something was wrong.

Yu Yunting leaned back on the sofa, a bitter smile appearing in the darkness.

He had once considered respecting her wishes; since she hated being with him so much, he would grant her wish.

Yu Yunting forced himself to let go, to let go of the happiness that was once within his grasp.

If only one of them can be happy, then that person can be the one to suffer.

Anyway, he's gotten used to playing this role over the years.

Yu Yunting once thought he could slowly emerge from the shadow of losing his love. But he never expected that his supposedly healed and calmed emotions would crumble the moment he saw her at Tianheng Group.

It turns out that his longing was just like his initial affection, only it was forcibly suppressed by his consciousness and reason.

That night, Yu Yunting called Zhu Yan and got her current address.

That night, after he mistook Zeng Ying for Jian Ailing, the lingering thoughts in his heart were completely ignited.

What started as a small flame suddenly turned into a raging fire.

He wanted to see her every day, even if it was just from afar, even if it was just silently watching over her, he didn't care what happened.

After finding Jian Ailing's residence, Yu Yunting spent a large sum of money to buy the house opposite hers.

The family of four living across the hall was initially unwilling. But he managed to persuade the original homeowners by paying three times the market price and paying in full upfront.

After moving in, Yu Yunting didn't even redo the renovations; he simply replaced a one-way floor-to-ceiling window and the bed in the master bedroom.

Every evening, after finishing work, he would sit on the sofa by the window, with the dim light on, quietly gazing across the street.

He would watch her tie her hair up and do yoga by the window, or watch her dance alone in the living room, lost in the music. Sometimes when he came home early, he would see her busy in the kitchen next to the balcony, cooking her dinner.

She seems to be quite happy living alone.

Seeing how well she adapted to her new life, he didn't know whether he should be happy or not.

Although Yu Yunting sometimes feels that he is quite abnormal, this is the best way to get along with someone that he can think of at the moment.

He can see her without disturbing her.

But that Saturday, seeing her bring Zhou Ze'an home, seeing her cook for him, and seeing the two of them sitting by the window chatting and laughing as they ate, Yu Yunting sat alone on the sofa by the glass window, unconsciously stroking his bracelet, feeling a sharp pain in his heart.

As an adult, he hadn't experienced this kind of frustration for a long time.

He realized he was still selfish; he still couldn't bear to watch her be with someone else.

It's even more unimaginable that she will have another man by her side in the future.

And it just so happens to be Zhou Ze'an, that... scumbag.

He cannot sit idly by and wait for his death.