"Very well," he said again, "from now on, wait for me to come home every day, and don't let Mrs. Gui do these things."
She instinctively nodded again.
Having achieved his goal, he turned and headed upstairs.
Watching his retreating figure, she suddenly remembered something—she had spent hours here waiting for him, and it wasn't to help him take off his coat! "Wait!" she called out.
He paused his steps and turned around.
"You..." She wanted to confront him, but looking at his expressionless face, she didn't know how to begin. Finally, she summoned up her courage and said, "Did you secretly interfere, preventing me from passing those company interviews?"
"It seems you're not that foolish." He didn't deny it.
The flames of anger surged up inside her: "Why?! Lu Shifeng! I didn't touch the camera as you demanded, I married as you wished, so why are you interfering with me finding a job now?!" She had little freedom left; did he insist on turning her into a puppet on strings?!
