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

Nan Zhi subconsciously shrank her feet further into the blankets, her clear eyes filled with panic, her breath hitched slightly, and her tone carried obvious fear: "You...you should calm down first."

"calm?"

Jin Si Nian chuckled softly, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. The anger surging in his chest almost burned away his reason.

He leaned over the edge of the bed, looking down at the girl on the bed, his dark eyes filled with gloom and a deep sense of menace.

"A woman inexplicably appeared in the villa, and it was you, Zhizhi, who personally invited her in."

"How can I calm down, Zhizhi?"

He didn't believe that Zhizhi was unaware of her mother's intentions.

What chilled him to the bone was that Zhizhi never refused from beginning to end, and even obediently did as she was told.

They were perfectly fine yesterday, but last night they were still...

Today, Zhizhi gave him a big gift!

Jin Nian clenched his teeth, his jawline taut and sharp, his icy voice carrying suppressed anger and a hint of barely perceptible hurt: "Zhi Zhi, you'd better give me a satisfactory answer!"

"The answer is, Miss Zhou is here to have fun."

The man raised an eyebrow with interest: "Oh, so Zhizhi let the thief in to play."

Nan Zhi looked up at him: "Ms. Zhou...you're not a thief."

"You're still protecting her!" Jin Nian was even angrier. This girl seemed to never understand his feelings.

No, nothing.

"She, she is Madam Jin, sent here to stay for a few days," Nan Zhi said truthfully.

Jin Si Nian straightened up, his dark eyes fixed on the girl on the bed, his tone filled with biting coldness and intense sarcasm: "Didn't you say before that she was just coming over to have some fun?"

"How did things change so quickly, and now you're set to stay?"

"Send her away!"

Nan Zhi spoke: "..."

"Zhizhi, do you really want to keep her in the villa?" His eyes blazed with anger as he stared intently at Nan Zhi, desperately wanting her to shake her head in denial.

Ke Nanzhi lowered her eyelashes, pursed her lips, and remained silent from beginning to end, using silence as the most straightforward acquiescence.

This silent response completely shattered Jin Nian's last shred of reason.

His five fingers, hanging by his sides, suddenly tightened, his fist clenched so tightly that it trembled slightly, his knuckles turned white, and even the veins on his arms bulged out.

After a long silence, he chuckled softly, a cold, emotionless laugh: "Good, very good."

"Since you want her to stay, I have to make sure my guest is comfortable."

As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned closer to the bedside, his gaze fixed on her intently, each word as cold as ice: "Zhizhi, would you mind giving this master bedroom to Miss Zhou?"

A simple sentence struck Nan Zhi's mind like a thunderbolt.

She froze, her pupils dilating slightly as she stared blankly at the man before her, whose face was filled with hostility.

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly by something, a sour and suffocating sensation. After several seconds of silence, she finally managed to utter a single word in a hoarse voice: "Okay..."

"What's so good about it?"

He suddenly raised his hand, his palm gripping her slender, fragile neck. The force wasn't exactly hurtful, but it carried a strong sense of intimidation, his eyes filled with disappointment and anger.

"You clearly know Zhou Qingwan's purpose in approaching me, and you also know my mother's plans, so why did you still insist on letting her in?"

He was breathing heavily, his voice filled with extreme frustration: "Nan Zhi, I've always known you're gentle and obedient, but I never imagined you could be this obedient."

"You're willing to obey anyone's orders, and you'll do whatever I say."

So well-behaved!

It's all so fake; these three years of love and time have ultimately been wasted.

My neck was constricted by a warm hand, and a slight feeling of suffocation crept over me.

Nan Zhi hurriedly raised her hand, her fingertips grasping the back of his hand where the veins were bulging. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and her voice was broken and weak, with her usual stutter: "Jin... Si Nian..."

Hearing her soft, helpless voice, Jin Si Nian's anger was suddenly replaced by a hint of annoyance.

A few seconds later, he released his grip on her neck.

The man straightened up, his eyes cold and his tone icy: "You've disappointed me greatly."

After saying that, he didn't look at the dazed girl on the bed again, and forcefully pulled open the door.

"Clang—"

The heavy wooden door slammed against the wall with a deafening crash that echoed through the quiet corridor.

He left, he departed.

A moment later, Aunt Qing climbed up and looked at Nan Zhi, who was silently packing her things and still had a handprint on her neck from being choked, and said with heartache, "Young Madam, what happened to the young master...?"

The young master actually hit the young mistress! He's not a man at all!

"N-nothing," Nan Zhi said, taking a silk scarf to cover her neck.

She'll be able to leave soon.

I am completely free.

Nan Zhi bent down and quietly and numbly packed her belongings into the cardboard box one by one, her movements methodical and excessively calm.

Seeing her like this, Aunt Qing was at a loss, her brows furrowed with anxiety. She hesitated before asking, "Young Madam, what are you doing?"

Where are you going?

They just had a fight, it doesn't mean they're over it.

Just bear with it and it will pass, but the young master actually choked the young mistress.

What a scoundrel!

Nan Zhi continued working, her tone flat and emotionless, revealing a hint of despondency in her voice: "N-nothing, just making room."

As soon as she finished speaking, she straightened up, reached out and opened the huge wardrobe, took out her clothes one by one, folded them neatly and put them into a box.

Aunt Qing panicked and quickly stepped forward to dissuade her: "Young Madam, you mustn't..."

"This bedroom is meant for you and the young master; there's no reason to make room for outsiders."

"Aunt Qing," Nan Zhi interrupted her, her fingertips slightly tightening around the edge of the cardboard box, and said softly, "You don't need to call me Young Madam anymore."

Aunt Qing was suddenly stunned.

Nan Zhi lowered her eyes, her expression indifferent, and bluntly stated the most realistic fact: "He and I...we didn't get a marriage certificate, so I can't be considered a member of the Jin family."

"I... I just... he bought it to warm his bed."

A three-year contract, a transaction; she was merely an outsider temporarily residing here.

It's just a matter of correcting course now.

Aunt Qing froze on the spot, her face full of astonishment, and for a moment she didn't know how to respond.

Nan Zhi had no time to consider her feelings. She turned around, walked to the dressing table, and put the bottles and jars away.

"This room, this room, is ready for Miss Zhou to stay in."

Meanwhile, at the corner of the stairs.

Zhou Qingwan stood quietly in the shadows, taking in everything that was happening in the master bedroom.

His eyes couldn't hide his deep pride and the joy of victory, and the corners of his lips unconsciously turned up high.

As he turned around, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Nan Zhi's wrist.

Zhou Qingwan looked down at her condescendingly, her tone sharp and sarcastic: "Jin Si Nian didn't like you that much either."

"Looks like you're not that capable after all. I don't need your advice anymore."

Her eyes were filled with arrogance as she coldly ordered, "You can get out of this villa now."

After saying that, she turned to Aunt Qing beside her and said in a domineering tone, "And you, later throw all her things out of the room."

Aunt Qing's expression was indifferent, and she completely ignored her.

She knew exactly who the employer was.

Even if the young master and young mistress are arguing, it is not up to an outsider to give orders here.

Aunt Qing stepped forward and took the heavy cardboard box from Nan Zhi's arms, her voice full of concern: "Young Madam, let me help you carry it."

After packing everything up, Aunt Qing looked at Nan Zhi and couldn't help but ask with concern, "Now that you've moved out of the master bedroom, where do you plan to live next?"