In the spacious villa, not a single person came out to look at Gui Yanye.

"Mr. Gui, are we still waiting?"

"Let's go, let's go home."

Gui Yanye turned around and got into the car.

I followed and climbed in too, sitting beside her.

However, I'm Ah Piao, and she can't see me.

Chen, the assistant, turned around and confirmed, "Mr. Gui, did you just say 'go home'? Do you mean to go to Yan Chen Shui Wan?"

I was surprised, Yan Chen Shui Wan?

Yan Chen Shui Wan is our marital home, or rather a name I came up with. But after getting married, I'm the only one living there. Gui Yanye rarely comes back; she mostly stays in hotels.

"Ring ring!" Gui Yanye's phone rang.

She picked it up, and I leaned closer. It was Ito Makoto calling.

She frowned slightly and answered.

Ito Makoto was the first to show concern.

"Yan Yan, are you not in the hotel tonight?"

"Hmm, you should rest early. I'm still busy."

"Is it true that Lu Chen passed away?"

"You should rest first."

"Where are you staying tonight? I'll come and accompany you."

Ito Makoto's tone softened.

"No need. I'm hanging up."

Gui Yanye ended the call, and I stared at her in a daze.

It seems like the first time I've seen Gui Yanye hang up Ito Makoto's call.

I still remember the day I had a fever, and Gui Yanye unusually stayed at home to take care of me.

That day, I was burning all over, but I felt so happy in my heart.

However, in the middle of it, Ito Makoto called, pleading continuously.

"Yan Yan, I'm feeling unwell. Please come and keep me company."

"Wife, don't go. I'm feeling so miserable."

I muttered, raising my confused hand and grasping at empty air.

She had already put on her coat and walked out hurriedly.

"What happened? I'll be there right away. Don't hang up."

I mumbled, trying to recall.