I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

Isn't this the drunkard who was carried away by security guards this morning?

He was slamming his palm against the security door opposite him, again and again.

They smashed the door of room 2403.

Lin Yang's eyes turned cold.

"Eat your food properly, I'm going out to take a look." He turned back to Chen Wanjun and said this in a calm tone, revealing no emotion.

Chen Wanjun nodded obediently, but the worry in her eyes did not diminish at all.

Lin Yang opened the door to room 2404 and went out.

He didn't speak immediately, but leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed, coldly watching the man's drunken rampage.

"Xiaoman! Xiaoman! Open the door!"

The man pounded on the door while shouting incoherently.

"I know you're in there! Open the door!"

really.

The last trace of doubt in Lin Yang's mind disappeared.

Ex-husband.

He finally came knocking on our door.

Lin Yang cleared his throat and said lazily, "Feed."

The man paused in his banging on the door and suddenly turned around.

When he saw Lin Yang, a hint of confusion flashed in his cloudy eyes, which was then replaced by anger.

"Who are you? Get lost! Mind your own business!"

"You knocked on my door and damaged it, you have to pay for it." Lin Yang's tone was as calm as if he were discussing the weather.

The man's brain seemed a little sluggish due to the alcohol. He paused for a moment, pointed at Lin Yang, and then pointed to the door of room 2404 behind him.

"Your door? Don't you live across the hall? I'm smashing this door!"

He pointed to the security door of apartment 2403, speaking with self-righteous indignation.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you."

Lin Yang gave an apologetic smile, but the smile was devoid of any warmth.

Both of these are mine.

He casually pulled a bunch of keys out of his pocket.

"What's wrong? You have a problem with that?"

Lin Yang shook the key in his hand; the metallic clanging made a crisp sound that was particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.

He took two steps forward.

"Make way."

As he spoke, amidst the man's shocked expression, as if he had seen a ghost, he inserted one of the keys into the lock of 2403.

"Click".

With a soft click, the security door opened.

The man's mouth was wide open, big enough to fit an egg.

He looked at Lin Yang, then at the open door, his expression shifting from shock to bewilderment.

Lin Yang pushed open the door and went in, then turned around and looked at the man who was still standing there dumbfounded.

The man instinctively wanted to follow and push his way in.

With a "bang," Lin Yang stretched out his arm and blocked him from entering the door.

"What are you trying to do?" Lin Yang's eyes turned completely cold. "Trying to trespass? I'm calling the police."

The words "call the police" were like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing some of the man's drunkenness.

He froze, his arrogance visibly diminished, and his tone softened.

"This...this is my wife's house. I want to see if she's inside."

"Your wife?" Lin Yang raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Who's your wife?"

"My wife is Su Man!" the man exclaimed urgently. "She's the owner of this house!"

Lin Duoyang seemed to have confirmed something, and the expression on his face became playful.

"Suman no longer lives here." He leaned against the doorframe, leisurely sizing up the man in front of him. "I live here alone now, you can leave."

"What?" The man's voice rose instantly. "Xiaoman moved out? Why didn't she tell me?"

The matter-of-fact tone of the question made Lin Yang find it somewhat amusing.

"How long has it been since you two last contacted each other?" Lin Yang still pretended not to know Su Man, but the mockery on his lips was undisguised.

"Your wife moved out without even telling you, bro? Were you just back from fishing at sea all year round?"

"Or...did they cuckold you and run off with someone else?"

"You're talking nonsense!" The man, stung by this, became agitated. "Xiaoman wouldn't do that! She's not that kind of person!"

"Is that so?" Lin Yang's tone was full of malicious sarcasm. "People change, especially women."

"No...it can't be..." the man muttered to himself, his eyes vacant, as if the pillar of his belief was crumbling inch by inch.

With trembling hands, he pulled an old cell phone with a cracked screen from his pocket, swiping randomly across the screen before finally finding a number.

That number he had saved for a long time, but hadn't dialed in just as long.

He pressed the dial button.

With the phone pressed to his ear, the only sounds in the hallway were his heavy breathing and the beeping tone from the other end of the line.

Lin Yang's heart also jumped up and down with that sound.

Damn it, if my ex-husband manages to win her back, and President Su softens her heart, wouldn't my precious gigolo job be ruined?

No, absolutely not.

His mind raced, calculating how he could sabotage the situation should Su Man not answer the phone, or if she did and was swayed by the man's words.

The call went through.

A cold, somewhat weary voice came through the receiver: "Feed."

It was Su Man's voice.

The man, as if grasping at a lifeline, suddenly perked up and quickly shouted into the phone, "Hello! Xiaoman! It's me! Zhou Heng!"

Perhaps feeling that the following conversation was inconvenient for outsiders to hear, Zhou Heng subconsciously turned around, quickly walked to the other end of the corridor, lowered his voice, and anxiously spoke something into the phone.

Lin Yang couldn't hear the specific content of their conversation, but he could see Zhou Heng's back, sometimes bowing and scraping, sometimes gesturing excitedly, his posture humble yet eager.

Lin Yang's heart sank completely.

It’s over.

Judging from this, Su Man clearly hasn't hung up the phone.

A lone man and a lone woman, old feelings rekindled, like dry wood meeting a raging fire... a string of ominous words flashed through his mind.

Just as he was contemplating whether to rush over now, snatch the phone, and shout "Honey, who is it?", Zhou Heng finished his call.

He turned around, his dejection vanished, replaced by a sense of triumph at having regained what he had lost.

He strode up to Lin Yang, straightened his wrinkled coat, and stood up straight, saying in a condescending tone, "Assistant Lin, could you please take me to Xiaoman's new house?"

Assistant Lin?

Lin Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Did Su Man sell him out? Did she reveal his assistant status to her ex-husband?

It's over, it's really over now.

Before Lin Yang could come up with an excuse to refuse, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

He took it out and saw two words flashing on the screen—Su Man.

Lin Yang took a deep breath and swiped to answer the call.

"Hello, Lin Yang." On the other end of the phone, Su Man's voice sounded a little tired, but her tone was calm. "Could you bring Zhou Heng over here? He seems to have something to say to me."

"……OK."

Lin Yang forced out two words through gritted teeth and hung up the phone.

He looked up and met Zhou Heng's eyes, which held a defiant and victorious air.

Lin Yang tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a truly radiant smile.

"Let's go, ex-husband."

He slammed the door of room 2403 shut with a loud bang.

The two entered the elevator one after the other. The small space was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol emanating from Zhou Heng and the increasingly intense sense of crisis in Lin Yang's heart.

The elevator goes directly to the underground parking garage.

When Zhou Heng saw Lin Yang walk towards the dark blue Porsche Cayenne and skillfully press the car key, the smug look on his face instantly froze.