Cry louder, I can't hear you.

Perhaps due to prolonged mental stress, Yun Qiao only intended to lie down for a while, but when she opened her eyes, she was no longer in the car.

I don't know when I got to bed.

The room was unfamiliar, with a light gray ceiling and a minimalist, understated chandelier design, much like the style of Shen Suwei's room.

The curtains were half-drawn, but no light was coming in; it must be dark.

She was covered with a thin blanket, and the fabric of her clothes that were showing was clearly not what she wore in the car.

It was a gray T-shirt with a wide neckline that revealed half of one shoulder.

Whose is it?

Yun Qiao was stunned for a moment, then sat up and looked down to examine her body.

The marks on my wrists and ankles have been treated with ointment that has a cool, herbal scent.

The sound of Shen Suwei talking to someone could be heard outside the door, but it was somewhat muffled through the door panel.

"Are you sure she doesn't have this drug in her system?"

"I've checked many times, and there really isn't anything there. If there were, she would have reacted by now, but as you can see, Mr. Shen, she's sleeping soundly."

Judging from the conversation, it must have been a doctor who had just finished examining her.

So Shen Suwei brought her to see the doctor?

I thought he was really that heartless.

Just as Yun Qiao was about to get out of bed, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Shen Suwei stood at the door, holding a glass of water in his hand.

He stared at her for a long time with a complicated look in his eyes, so long that Yun Qiao almost thought there was something on her face, before he finally looked away and said in a calm tone:

"woke up?"

Yun Qiao stood by the bed looking at him:

"You carried me here? Why didn't you wake me up?"

"The driver carried him."

There was no response to the second sentence.

But Yunqiao knew it couldn't have been the driver who carried her.

The driver was as thin as a skinny dog.

"My clothes..." she pointed to the oversized T-shirt she was wearing that exposed her shoulders with every movement.

"Do you see anyone else here?"

Yun Qiao choked for a moment.

This person's way of speaking is really unpleasant.

But who cares who replaced it? It's already been replaced anyway.

The clothes smelled of him, so they must be his clothes.

"Where am I?"

"Another property owned by the Shen family."

Shen Suwei walked in, placed the water glass on the bedside table, looked down at her, and said, "Since you're awake, come out and eat."

"Are you going back tonight?"

He paused slightly, a hint of self-mockery flashing in his lowered eyes.

When he looked up, his expression grew even colder:

"I haven't tied your hands or feet. You can go back if you want."

Yun Qiao is innocent.

Why does it seem like he's angry?

All I asked was whether I was going back or not...

He looked away, turned and walked to the door, then suddenly said:

"If you've figured out how to explain this to Shen Shiyu, you can go back now."

Yun Qiao remained silent.

She really hadn't figured out how to explain it to Shen Shiyu yet.

Well... let's wait until Shen Shiyu has calmed down before we go see her.

When Yun Qiao limped out, there was no one else in the living room.

That doctor must have left.

The large, empty living room was so quiet that the only sound could be the rustling of leaves in the wind outside.

It's a bit windy, and it looks like it's going to rain.

Shen Suwei was in the kitchen, doing something.

Yun Qiao followed the sound.

I saw that he was actually serving rice.

Yun Qiao was surprised.

Did you cook the meal?

"Look, there's a third person here?"

"..."

Seeing that he had taken two bowls of rice, Yunqiao decided not to argue with him.

She obediently followed him to sit at the table.

After finishing her meal, Yun Qiao asked again cautiously:

"Are you going home tonight?"

His eyes flickered slightly as he gazed at her intently. "Do you want me to go back?"

Another test?

However, Yun Qiao really didn't want him to go back this time.

In this unfamiliar environment, it looks like it's going to rain heavily again; there was thunder outside while we were eating.

She dared not live alone in such a spacious and remote house.

Yun Qiao's smile became much more sincere, almost pleading:

"Of course I hope Mr. Shen can stay and keep me company."

"Mr. Shen, could you stay and keep me company?"

Strangely enough, this wasn't the first time Yun Qiao had flattered him, but for the first time, Shen Suwei's expression softened considerably because of her flattery.

He gave a soft "hmm" and silently got up to clear the dishes.

Upon seeing this, Yun Qiao quickly got up, "I'll wash—"

"You're washing?"

He glanced meaningfully at her feet.

Yun Qiao felt embarrassed and fell silent.

But to be honest, Shen Suwei was quite a surprise to her.

Not only is she a great cook, but she's also very efficient at washing dishes.

Does this person have some kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder? How can they do everything so perfectly?

The only thing that's off about him is his mouth.

Sure enough, a downpour began outside within just a few minutes.

One wall in the living room was made entirely of glass. Yun Qiao sat in the living room, listlessly watching the rain outside the window as it poured down harder and harder, feeling a little sleepy.

The sound of rain is the most hypnotic.

But Shen Suwei hasn't told her where she'll sleep tonight, so she can't sleep right now.

To cheer herself up, Yunqiao started walking around the room.

There were two rooms, both with the doors ajar. Yunqiao could see at a glance that one of the rooms contained many strange and unusual things.

Remembering her lesson from the last time at the gym, she didn't go in this time.

They then entered another room that looked normal.

It should be a study.

It's full of books, and there's also a desk inside.

Yun Qiao was somewhat surprised.

Does Shen Suwei usually live here? Why is this place decorated more like his home?

"What are you looking at?"

While he was still in a daze, Shen Suwei's eerie voice suddenly came from behind him.

Yun Qiao was startled and flung her hand away, accidentally knocking something off the table to the ground.

A sharp "snap" rang out, particularly jarring in the quiet room.

Yun Qiao glanced at the intricately crafted object on the ground, then at Shen Suwei standing in the doorway, her expression stiffening.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

Against the light of the corridor, Yun Qiao couldn't quite see Shen Suwei's expression, but she could sense that his gaze lingered on the watch-like object on the floor for a long time before he looked up at her.

Yun Qiao was a little unsure. This "watch" on his desk was probably something he touched or used often, or perhaps it was a memento.

I hope she doesn't break it...

Yun Qiao hurriedly squatted down to pick it up.

"It shouldn't be...broken, right?"

"You can try it on," he suddenly said.

The voice was faint and had a strange, inexplicable quality.

Yun Qiao held the watch and looked up at him in confusion.

Those eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light.

He walked in, took the watch from her hand, and slowly unfastened the clasp. Then he looked up at her.

"Give me your hand," he said.

Yun Qiao was stunned by the familiar tone and words, and subconsciously extended her wrist.

Shen Suwei placed the watch on her wrist, and the cool touch made her flinch slightly.

But Shen Suwei seemed to think she was going to back out, so he tightened his grip on her palm, refusing to let her pull her hand away.