Your Highness, your wife doesn't want you anymore!

"What, are you going to stay and watch me and my wife get intimate?"

Pei Jingzhi gritted his teeth as he looked at Nan Zhi, who was being held tightly in Jin Si Nian's arms: "A Zhi, remember what I said."

Upon hearing the man address her so intimately, Jin Si Nian immediately flew into a rage and stormed forward, shouting, "How dare you call my wife's name like that?"

Pei Jingzhi retorted, not to be outdone: "Wife?"

"You two haven't registered your marriage, have you?"

"There wasn't a wedding, was there?"

"How can you prove that A-Zhi is your wife?!"

His words were like a knife to Jin Si's heart. Suppressing his anger, he said to Pei Jingzhi, "Get out!"

"This is my wife's and my home. You are not welcome here."

This person actually knew that Zhizhi and he had not registered their marriage or had a wedding.

Knowing so much about him, he's clearly a formidable rival.

Who is he, and what is his relationship with Zhizhi?

They call each other affectionately, and it's clear they have a good relationship.

Is Zhizhi already looking for a new partner?

He's not dead yet!

Pei Jingzhi sneered, "Incompetent good-for-nothing!"

Then he drove away, and Kings contacted the security department, instructing that the car should never be allowed to enter again.

Nan Zhi stood frozen in place, completely stunned. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she hadn't yet recovered from the domineering and fierce kiss. Her eyes were filled with helplessness.

Before she could react, Jin Si Nian reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her upstairs in the villa without a word, his grip so strong it almost crushed her bones.

With a loud bang, the door was slammed shut, the sound of it being locked clearly audible, completely cutting off Nan Zhi's escape route.

Nan Zhi panicked instantly, her face turning deathly pale. She stammered, her voice filled with terror, "W-what are you doing?!"

He's not really going to do anything to her, is he?

Her period was a lie; it was all a pretense to deceive him.

If Kings really loses control, her secret pregnancy will be completely exposed, and the child in her womb will be in danger.

And Jin Nian had other ways to make her suffer.

Without thinking, Nan Zhi rushed forward to try and open the door, attempting to escape.

But she was too weak to stop Jin Si Nian. Not only did she fail to block the door, but the man also grabbed her waist and easily turned her around.

The next second, the man hugged her tightly from behind, lowered his head and kissed her neck and cheek fiercely, his actions full of suppressed anger, filled with intense rage and possessiveness.

"who is he?"

Jin Si Nian, panting heavily, his voice hoarse and cold, questioned him word by word, his tone filled with suppressed anger: "Zhi Zhi, this is the second time!"

"The second time, this man, this car, brought you back!"

He tightened his grip on her arms, almost as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones. A surge of jealousy and unease welled up within him, and he demanded angrily, "Why aren't you replying to my messages!"

"You saw it, didn't you?"

The man bit her lip, leaving teeth marks and drawing blood on Nan Zhi's lips...

The taste of blood spread in Nan Zhi's mouth, and she covered her mouth to suppress her nausea.

She didn't know what was wrong with Kings, or what was going on with him.

"Say something!"

"Nan Zhi, you're not mute!"

Jin Si Nian spoke sharply, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and panic. But when he met her eyes, which were brimming with fear and slightly red, he felt a sudden panic, and most of his fierce aura dissipated instantly.

The large hand holding her waist unconsciously loosened its grip, and his tone softened, carrying a hint of helpless hesitation: "Zhizhi, I..."

He wanted to say that he didn't mean to be mean to her, but he lost control when he saw her walking with that man today, and they were calling each other so intimately.

Before he could finish speaking, Nan Zhi, her lips trembling, mustered all her strength and stammered out a sentence, each word piercing his heart: "You...you let me go!"

These five short words, like a sharp blade tempered with ice, pierced Jin Si Nian's heart.

His face turned deathly pale, his entire being froze instantly, and he stared at her in disbelief, his pupils trembling slightly, his voice quivering almost imperceptibly: "What did you say?"

He even thought he had misheard. This woman, who had been by his side for three years and had always been docile and obedient, was actually telling him that she wanted to leave.

Jin Nian was well aware that Nan Zhi longed to leave.

But she never said she was leaving; she was waiting.

When the time came, she left.

Nan Zhi lowered her head and bit her lip, remaining silent.

He heard it, she knew it!

Anyway, it's only three months left, I'll have to leave sooner or later.

She had no reason to stay, nor did she want to stay.

Jin Si Nian's hands, hanging at his sides, trembled slightly, and his eyes reddened.

He can't stay any longer; he'll go crazy if he does.

He's furious!

The man pulled her away and burst through the door.

Hearing his footsteps as he left, Nan Zhi panicked for a while, feeling weak all over and her legs going limp.

She sat on the ground, tears streaming down her face...

A message came through her phone from Pei Jingzhi: "Azhi, are you alright?"

He didn't hurt you, did he?

Nan Zhi's tears fell onto the phone screen, and she could clearly see the tears.

I suddenly remembered what Jingzhi said: "You can't cry, it's bad for the child."

Keep a good mood.

She wiped away her tears and replied: "It's okay, I'm fine."

Pei Jingzhi seemed unconvinced: "Can we do a video call?"

I'd like to check on your status, Azhi. Are you available now?

In his eyes, that man was no good person at all!

Nan Zhi wiped away her tears, knowing her eyes must be red and swollen, and politely declined: "No need, I'm really fine."

He left on his own.

I don't know where they went, but they probably won't be back today.

Nan Zhi took out the books she had bought and hid them on top of the cabinet.

She thought the safest place was where she couldn't see it.

Downstairs, Aunt Qing watched the young master leave with a dark expression and looked upstairs with concern.

When the young master came back, he looked unwell and asked her if the young mistress had returned.

As soon as she said no, the young master waited for the young mistress to return.

She heard the commotion upstairs.

Did the young master and young mistress have a fight?

This is quite unusual. She has been here for almost three years, and the young master and mistress have rarely had such a heated argument. The young master has never been so angry before either.

Even if there were some minor disagreements in the past, the young master would never slam the door and leave.

At most, no one speaks to anyone else, and naturally, the young mistress rarely takes the initiative to talk to the young master.

Have the young mistress and young master been arguing more frequently in the last two days?

It's normal for young couples to have some arguments; after all, they usually make up before they get out of bed.

She went up to offer a few words of comfort to prevent the young mistress from being upset.

Aunt Qing carried the bird's nest upstairs and peeked through the crack in the door.

The young mistress was seen curled up on the sofa, watching prenatal education cartoons on her tablet.

A childlike, innocent voice rang out, and Aunt Qing paused, her hand still holding the bird's nest soup: "Oh my god, what a waste!"

She was worried, but the young mistress was perfectly fine.