Jiang Zhi: Relieved—remembered his late - night exit.
She asked, "Handled the sheets last night?"
He kissed her hand, replied, "Hurry—washing up. Dropping you at Tianheng Entertainment today."
Added, "Not at the company gate—you choose the stop."
She nodded—went to wash. He watched her thin back, lips curved.
Downstairs: Aunt Zhang—breakfast on a natural jasper table.
Aunt Zhang: "Madam—sit."
Jiang Zhi: No sign of him—frowned. "Not sending me?"
Aunt Zhang: "Answering a call."
Paused, smiled, "You and sir—lovely together."
Jiang Zhi: Confused—Aunt Zhang pointed to her neck. Mirror: red mark—obvious on her fair skin.
She covered it—thanked her, shy. Aunt Zhang: "Experienced—once scolded for not reminding."
Breakfast: her favorites—soy milk, fried dough, egg cake…
Aunt Zhang: "Sir gave your preferences—he cares."
Not the first time—Deven at the jewelry store said the same. She knew—"kindness" because he married her. Any woman, same result.
She finished—he returned. Late for work—she said, "I'll taxi."
He: "I'll send you."
He left—she asked Aunt Zhang for a lunchbox, packed his favorite breakfast.
Before leaving: "No waste—too much food."
Aunt Zhang: Impression: Grounded in reality,not showy.
In the car: he worked—she didn't disturb.
Near her company: she stopped the driver, handed him the lunchbox. "Eat—no breakfast = bad stomach."
Voice: soft, like summer breeze.
He took it—saw her neck, eyes dark. "Got it."
Next time—mark elsewhere.
She went to the office—Lin Yanran rushed in. "Saw Mr. Shang? We'll have a mistress soon!"
Jiang Zhi: "???"
Lin Yanran: "He brought a pink lunchbox—dating the model from the pool scandal. Deeply in love!"
Paused, excited. "Saw his new ring—similar to yours!"