"Linzhou, you left your personal clothing at my place, shall I bring it over to you?"

Rong Sang stared at this message on Yan Linzhou's computer, a chill suddenly crept over her—her husband’s personal clothes, why would it be at someone else’s place?

Her hands trembling, she opened the message. When she saw the sender's avatar and note, she froze as if she had been struck by lightning.

The sender simply had one character: "Wan."

Of course, Rong Sang knew who this was. Biting her lip, she quickly took out her cellphone and searched online for Chu Qingwan’s name.

Before long, a picture Chu Qingwan had posted earlier in the afternoon appeared before Rong Sang’s eyes.

In the photo, Chu Qingwan was all smiles at the airport, arm in arm with a tall man beside her. Though only a hand was visible, Rong Sang immediately recognized who it was from the veins on that hand—

Yan Linzhou, her husband.

At that moment, Rong Sang felt as though her heart had been tightly seized by an invisible hand, the pain so intense that it was almost impossible for her to breathe.

Yan Linzhou had canceled all of his afternoon meetings, apparently, to pick up Chu Qingwan from the airport.

At the top floor of Yan's building, lights were brightly lit through the night.

She was sitting at her desk, working overtime to deal with a pile of urgent documents that had built up after Yan Linzhou suddenly canceled his meetings. And him, he was with another woman.

What had happened between them that he even left his clothes behind?

This realization stabbed into her heart like a sharp blade, the pain spreading from her heart to the rest of her body, making her feel dizzy.

Feeling a wave of nauseating sickness, she stumbled into the bathroom of her office and, holding onto the cold washstand, she violently threw up.

Looking at her own pale face in the mirror, her body trembling slightly, her eyes full of pain and helplessness, she considered the unexpected nature of her marriage to Yan Linzhou.

It all started when they were newly employed, both a bit too drunk, and somehow ended up tangled in bed.

Not long after, Yan Linzhou came to her. He told her his grandfather was in poor health, and he wanted to marry her to put his grandfather's mind at ease.

How could Rong Sang disagree? In a corner unseen by others, she had been in love with this man for eight years.

So that was how they signed the marriage contract, which could be terminated at any time.

But now that Chu Qingwan had returned, this marriage was in jeopardy... Rong Sang closed her eyes, her hand gently resting on her lower abdomen.

At that moment, the office door swung open.

Yan Linzhou walked in.

He was tall and long-legged, his shirt collar slightly agape, revealing a tempting, fine clavicle.

His hair was slightly messy, yet far from rundown, instead it carried a hint of unspoken wildness.

Seeing her just come out of the bathroom, pale-faced and fatigue showing, Yan Linzhou didn't help but frown.

"What's wrong?" Yan Linzhou walked over to her and put his hand on her shoulder, his voice low. "You look awful; are you not feeling well?"

Rong Sang looked up, and managed to squeeze out a weak smile, whispering, "I might just be exhausted."

Hearing these words, Yan Linzhou suddenly realized that it was his abrupt departure in the afternoon that had left Rong Sang to shoulder all the work alone.

He sighed lightly, his tone softened, "It's my fault. You leave it here, I'll handle it."

Yong Sang gazed at Yan Lingzhou's rare apology and a complex emotion surged in her heart.

She shook her head, trying to make her voice sound normal, "It's okay, I know you're in a hurry."

Upon hearing this, Yan Lingzhou looked at Yong Sang in his arms, suddenly lifting her onto the desk.

Yong Sang was a little flustered, her hands nowhere to settle, so she had to tightly clutch the edge of the desk.

"This, this is in the office..."

Yan Lingzhou chuckled lightly, his fingers gently brushed her cheeks, and whispered, "Don't be nervous."

His words were imbued with an irresistible force that accelerated Yong Sang’s heartbeat and reddened her cheeks.

Yan Lingzhou's lips soon descended, combining unique possessiveness and urgency, his kiss gradually deepening, passionately as if it meant to melt her.

Endless sorrow still lingered in Yong Sang’s heart.

But at this moment, she was unable to resist him, as if this kiss could temporarily erase the bitterness in her heart.

Just when Yan Lingzhou's fingers were inching towards her waist, about to intensify the situation, the sudden ring of the cellphone broke the ambiguity.

Yan Lingzhou's movements stiffened, his breathing somewhat uneven, the slight furrow in his brows expressing his displeasure with this interruption.

He picked up the phone, glanced at the caller ID, his initially furrowed brows smoothed instantly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"I'll take this call."

Yan Linzhou spoke softly, his voice no longer held the gentleness of before. Now, it carried a sense of calmness and distance.

Rongsang watched him walk to a corner of his office. The second he picked up the phone, that hint of passion and warmth ignited just moments ago was suddenly encased in ice.

She sat silently at her desk, her expression gradually turning gloomy.

Yan Linzhou's phone call didn't last for too long, but every word seemed to slash across Rongsang's heart, tearing apart all her hopes.

As he hung up the phone, Yan Linzhou walked back to Rongsang's side, lightly saying, "There's something I need to handle, you should go back first and take a rest for tonight."

Rongsang, as if thinking of something, tightened her grip onto his sleeve, "Could you please take me home?"

With tear-filled eyes and hope in her gaze, her expression slowly dimmed under Yan Linzhou's cold stare, "…Just for tonight."

Seeing Rongsang like this, Yan Linzhou swallowed the words he originally intended to say.

He reached up and gently stroked her face, much like consoling a kitten, "I'll have the driver pick you up."

Leaning in, he softly uttered, "Be good," before leaving the office without a backward glance.

The abrupt silence of the office was alarming.

Rongsang watched his departing figure, her heart filled with boundless emptiness and pain.

She pulled a piece of paper from her pocket, as silent tears rolled down her face.

The paper was a hospital report from earlier in the afternoon when she felt discomfort in her stomach. After a blood test, the doctor asked her to take a pregnancy test.

She was pregnant.

After thorough consideration, she recalls an incident from last month when she was on her safe days. Yan Linzhou, having ensured of that, didn’t bother to protect himself.

Ironically, that was the time when she conceived Yan Linzhou's child.

Initially, Rong Sang intended to tell him when Yan Linzhou returned home today.

She planned to inform him about her pregnancy and also about her decade-long love for him...

But who would have expected that Chu Qingwan would return?

The man she’s been in love with for ten years, the one she thought she would share everything with, made his choice without any hesitation.

She was left alone in this cold office, like an unimportant bystander.

Rong Sang was feeling an unprecedented level of loneliness and despair. The pregnancy test report in her arms felt like a heavy shackle, making it hard for her to breathe…