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

Fortunately, Shang Hanzhou was sleeping more soundly than she had imagined.

After the arm twitched slightly, there was no further movement. Cen Xi waited quietly for a while, and upon seeing this, she breathed a sigh of relief but also felt inexplicably disappointed.

He didn't hear it.

It's okay, she'll have the courage to say it again when he wakes up.

The comforting scent of bergamot filled her lungs with her breath, and in a daze, Cen hope unconsciously closed her eyes and fell asleep.

This was the most restful sleep Shang Hanzhou had had since arriving in England.

It was as if he was having a dream with Cen hope in it.

In his dream, she was sleeping soundly in his arms, her head resting against his chest.

Before going to sleep, I whispered a lot of things to him. Although I couldn't hear it very clearly, it was still very cute.

Surprisingly, he didn't want to wake up.

He feared that when he woke up, the person in his arms would be gone.

The sun shone brightly outside the window, the drizzle had stopped, and the sun, which had been absent from London for a long time in winter, reappeared, its rays reflecting off the glass with dazzling light.

When Shang Hanzhou woke up, he even subconsciously reached into his arms twice, only to find it empty. It seemed to have been a beautiful dream.

Cen hope is not by my side.

He opened his long, black eyelashes, the dryness in his throat subsided considerably, and the fever had subsided.

When Shang Hanzhou came to his senses, his cold, reddened eyes calmly swept around the bedroom. The surroundings were empty; he was all alone.

He frowned, his eyes stubbornly glancing at his chest a few more times.

The lingering warmth of Cen hope in my dream still seems to be there.

After a moment of silence, I finally came to terms with reality.

Leng Bai rubbed his forehead with his long, pale fingers, lifted the covers and got out of bed. Although the cast on his leg had not yet been removed, he had already gotten used to it and could walk without a wheelchair. After washing up, he left the bedroom.

A water dispenser is placed at the central island counter.

He walked over with his long legs, took the glass, filled it with warm water, and slowly swallowed it.

With a beep, the room door was opened by someone.

It is Fang Nian.

Seeing that he was awake, Fang Nian stood motionless at the door, seemingly not expecting him to wake up so early today.

It is 9:13 AM London time.

The room key in Fang Nian's hand was specially granted to him.

Shang Hanzhou was not surprised by Fang Nian's arrival; he would usually come over at this time to give a work report.

She glanced at him with her thin eyelids slightly raised; he looked travel-worn, as if he had just rushed back from outside.

"General Manager Shang."

Fang Nian snapped out of his daze when that look came over and quickly said, "Good morning."

Shang Hanzhou responded indifferently, "Bring me the project proposal."

With the fever gone and the muscle aches and weakness all gone, plus a good night's sleep last night, Shang Hanzhou looked quite energetic.

He didn't mention anything about Cen hope at all.

Fang Nian was initially surprised, and then an idea gradually emerged in his mind.

Could it be that Mr. Shang had no idea his wife had come over last night?

He thought he had woken up last night.

When I took Cen hope to the airport around six o'clock this morning, she told me to be quiet and not to wake him.

After careful consideration, Fang Nian still felt he had to speak out about it.

"Mr. Shang,"

As he spoke, he observed the expression on the man's handsome face.

"Madam came by last night."

Clatter—the sound of the glass falling onto the marble table was crisp and sharp, and Shang Hanzhou's fierce eyebrows instantly turned sharp.

"What did you say?"

Fang Nian was startled and answered his question in detail: "My wife arrived in London yesterday evening. I picked her up and brought her here. She went back this morning around six o'clock. I just came back from dropping her off at the airport."

"..."

The entire suite fell silent instantly.

Shang Hanzhou suddenly realized something.

It wasn't a dream after all.

Last night, Cen hope was really in his arms.

But he... didn't wake up.

For the first time in his life, Shang Hanzhou felt regret, and he almost strode out.

"General Manager Shang."

Fang Nian hurriedly followed his steps. He guessed that Shang Hanzhou was going to the airport and said, "Madam has already boarded the plane. It should be taking off now."

The man stopped in his tracks, his breath sinking.

He turned to look at Fang Nian, "You should wake me up."

Even when he occasionally didn't do his job well, Shang Hanzhou never spoke to him in such a critical tone. But last night, because Cen hope came and he didn't wake him up in time, the man got angry.

Fang Nian swallowed hard and said promptly, "President Shang, I'm sorry, I saw you fell asleep after the IV drip, so I thought I'd let you rest a little longer."

After all, his sleep quality had been very poor during this period, so it was a rare treat for him to get a good night's sleep.

Shang Hanzhou silently pursed his thin lips.

It wasn't entirely Fang Nian's fault for not reminding him.

He was just sleeping so soundly that he didn't notice anything.

The thought of her flying thousands of miles from Beijing to London alone, only to spend one night with him in silence, and then quietly returning home alone early this morning under the cover of darkness, was unbearable.

Shang Hanzhou felt as if his heart had been lightly scratched several times, a dull ache lingering in his chest.

He felt sorry for her.

Long-haul flights are not so comfortable.

She didn't even have time to rest.

Seeing that he seemed lost in thought, Fang Nian thought of something else, gritted his teeth, and spoke again.

If this isn't said, and President Shang finds out later, he'll be finished!

"Mr. Shang, your wife specifically asked me to do her a favor yesterday."

Shang Hanzhou glanced at him with his eyelids.

Fang Nian continued, "My wife asked me to introduce her to a lawyer who specializes in divorce cases."

God knows, he almost couldn't sleep last night because of that one sentence!

If one day the divorce lawyer he recommended ends up handling his own boss's divorce case, his good days are over.

Divorce, lawyer.

When these two words were put together, Shang Hanzhou's dark eyes suddenly narrowed sharply. He almost lost his balance and his large palms braced against the cold marble tabletop.

The coolness seeped into my skin and bones little by little along the lines of my palm.

An indescribable sense of lingering fear welled up inside me.

Cen hope... wants to file for divorce?

Did she even chase me to London last night because she couldn't wait to get a divorce?

His Adam's apple bobbed as he struggled to breathe. Shang Hanzhou closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his tone calm: "Book a flight back to China."

……

After returning to Beijing, Cen hope first slept for a whole day.

These past few days of back-and-forth travel have been comparable to undergoing a surgery that lasts for dozens of hours. I've suffered physical and mental damage, and it will take at least a week to recover.

Upon learning that she had actually made a special trip to England because of Shang Hanzhou, Lin Xingyou was utterly disappointed in her.

"hope Bao, you...you're going to drive me crazy!"

On the phone, Lin Xingyou was so angry that she could barely speak.

That day at Xie Jiqing's house, she solemnly promised her that she would give Shang Hanzhou the cold shoulder for a while, but she was so disappointing that she flew to England to be with him the very next day.

Lin Xingyou was so angry she almost fell backward.

Cen hope touched the tip of her delicate nose, trying to defend herself.

"See, I'm back now, aren't I?"