Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

The first thing he saw was Cen hope's smiling face on the screen.

She looked genuinely happy, her face beaming with smiles, and the corners of her eyes curving upwards, making her appear lively and spirited.

Shang Hanzhou's heartstrings were slightly touched.

Even his usually cold and aloof expression softened as the woman smiled.

But then I noticed a boy standing very close to her, their heads almost touching.

His thin lips, which were about to curve upwards, suddenly pressed down, and his brows furrowed.

Is he her friend?

He had never seen it before.

He recognized Lin Xingyou in the photo, but Xie Jiqing didn't have much of an impression of her.

At a glance, one can tell that Xie Ji is quite young, probably only in his early twenties.

Shang Hanzhou tightened his straight lips, his cold white fingers landing on the screen as he couldn't help but zoom in on the photo.

There is delicious food on the table.

The three of them gathered together for drinks.

It was a beautiful night.

So, she smiled so sweetly when he wasn't around.

After glancing at the post on his WeChat Moments again, Shang Hanzhou's dark eyes sank even lower.

[So happy, my husband's not home! A day of eating and drinking with friends~]

He could feel the joy in her voice even through the screen.

A feeling of pent-up frustration lingered in Shang Hanzhou's heart, his throat tightened and he choked inexplicably, his heart aching.

I don't know how long I stared at Cen hope's post on WeChat Moments.

Wei Xingzhou's profile picture appeared in the comments section.

Wei Xingzhou: [Wow, is your sister-in-law having dinner with friends?]

He pursed his thin lips.

A few seconds later, someone else asked below: "Where is it?"

A red dot is flashing above.

He thought it was Cen hope who replied to his message.

Upon clicking, it was indeed Cen hope who had replied to the message, but she replied to Wei Xingzhou, not him.

Cen hope: [I got off work early today, so I had some time to meet up with friends.]

Wei Xingzhou was quite free, and the two chatted back and forth in the comments section.

Wei Xingzhou: [Next time, please include me and Ningning~ This dish looks so delicious!]

Cen hope: [Sure, it really is delicious. Let's try it together sometime.]

Wei Xingzhou: [Then it's settled, I'm definitely getting a free meal here, hahaha]

Glancing at the conversation between the two, Shang Hanzhou's brows furrowed even more tightly, almost forming a knot.

Did you not see his comment?

He took a deep breath and typed another line under Cen hope's latest comment on Wei Xingzhou's post: 【Me too】

Wei Xingzhou replied first: [How strange, Zhou-ge, when did you start looking at WeChat Moments?]

Wei Xingzhou: [(Tears) You never look at my WeChat Moments, never give me a single like, let alone a comment]

He looked on expressionlessly.

I don't want to reply to him at all.

Just moments ago, Cen hope was exchanging messages with Wei Xingzhou, but after he asked that question, she completely disappeared.

He and Wei Xingzhou stopped replying to each other's messages.

Shang Hanzhou gripped the edge of the phone with even more force, his knuckles turning white.

hum-

My phone vibrated.

He raised his eyes slightly, thinking that his message had been replied to, but when he opened it, he saw that it was a WeChat message from Wei Xingzhou.

Wei Xingzhou: [Screenshot]

Wei Xingzhou: [Brother Zhou, why isn't your wife replying to your messages?]

His Adam's apple bobbed as he stared at the screenshot of the comments section he had sent, a cold glint in his eyes.

Wei Xingzhou: [You just asked a question in the comments, and now my sister-in-law won't even reply to my comments anymore.]

He suddenly let out a soft snort.

Shang Hanzhou: [Are you very free?]

Wei Xingzhou shivered inexplicably: [...]

Wei Xingzhou: [I'm incredibly busy! I'm going to get back to work now, see you later, Brother Zhou!]

WeChat messages have returned to normal.

The drizzle in London continued to fall in a misty haze, and the air outside the window was thick with moisture.

Shang Hanzhou clearly felt his restless and agitated emotions, which he could neither suppress nor relieve.

Just as Wei Xingzhou said, Cen hope didn't reply to his comments, but she clearly saw them.

The slender fingertips that hovered over the screen couldn't resist clicking into her Moments again.

Surprisingly, she deleted that post on her WeChat Moments.

Shang Hanzhou's breathing suddenly tightened, and his lips turned slightly pale.

……

Beijing.

Cen hope hadn't really thought that much about it. She deleted the post on her Moments simply because she felt it wasn't appropriate. Lin Xingyou had posted it for her.

Her tone was completely unlike hers; it sounded strange.

Two or three days later.

Her eyes were no longer red and swollen. During her lunch break, she went to the hospital where Jiang Zheng was currently hospitalized.

As Shang Hanzhou said, it was indeed the best hospital in the entire city of Beijing, and even the wards were much more luxurious and spacious than hers.

Jiang Zheng's neck injury is healing well; the gauze has been removed.

I can be discharged tomorrow.

When she came, she also brought Aunt Fang's Angelica and Red Date Black Chicken Soup to replenish her qi and blood deficiency.

Jiang Zheng didn't like drinking these, but since they were brought by his sister, he had to force himself to drink them all, even if he didn't like them.

"Brother, are you going back to Jiangcheng immediately after being discharged from the hospital tomorrow?"

Seeing that he had finished his soup, Cen hope sat on a lounge chair and asked him a question.

Up until now, Jiang Zheng hasn't mentioned his injury to Yu Ping or Jiang Guoliang. However, since they haven't video chatted for a long time, Yu Ping has become suspicious. She feels that Jiang Zheng might be hiding something from them and has asked her about it several times out of concern.

Jiang Zheng put down the black chicken soup he had finished drinking and shook his head: "No rush."

If I go back now, the wound will still be too obvious.

"OK,"

Cen hope laughed: "Since you finally have a break, I'll take you around the city."

Beijing is, after all, an ancient capital of several dynasties, and it has quite a few historical sites and scenic spots that you can't see them all in a day.

Jiang Zheng responded, and seeing that she was in good spirits, he was just about to ask if Shang Hanzhou had returned when there was a knock at the door.

Several of his colleagues came to visit him.

Cen hope remembered them; they were the colleagues who brought Jiang Zheng to the hospital that day.

"Dr. Cen."

Everyone remembered her and greeted her.

Seeing his colleagues approaching, Cen hope didn't want to disturb them any longer, so she stood up and said, "Brother, I'm leaving now."

"No rush, Manman, sit for a while longer."

"Yes, Dr. Cen,"

Several colleagues also said, "Let's chat. I didn't expect you to be Brother Jiang's sister. No wonder Brother Jiang insisted on telling you not to send him to your hospital before he fainted that day. He probably didn't want you to worry."

They all laughed when the topic came up.

Cen hope said, "I'll only feel at ease if he doesn't come."

I felt truly at ease once I arrived and learned the specifics; it's always better than knowing nothing at all.

"Dr. Cen is right."

The tallest male colleague among them sighed, looking somewhat disappointed.

"What's wrong, Ahua?"

Jiang Zheng, who usually had the best relationship with him, immediately asked a question upon seeing this.

Ahua's eyes looked a little red, and the dark circles under his eyes were obvious, indicating that he hadn't rested well recently.

He let out a long sigh of relief. "My wife wants a divorce. She's been looking for a lawyer recently and is preparing to go to court to fight for custody of our child."

His wife studied law in college and is surrounded by elite lawyer friends.

The situation is really unfavorable for him. If he can't find a good lawyer, he will definitely lose this custody battle.