Due to work reasons, I am quite familiar with Shanghai City.

A black Maybach steadily drove into a high-end community.

I recognized this real estate development at a glance.

Xiyue Huating.

Occupying the center of the bustling city.

A real estate development where even viewing requires proof of funds, and without a hundred million in savings, one is not qualified to enter.

Zhou Jinshen enjoys the top two floors all by himself.

The area is so large that it requires three elevators for one household.

He smoothly took me from the underground parking lot to his doorstep in his exclusive elevator.

Along the way, there were security personnel in uniform bowing and greeting him, saying, "Good evening, Mr. Zhou, Miss Zhou."

That was the first time I clearly felt the gap between people brought by wealth.

At that moment, I realized how foolish I was when I asked him in the car, "Mr. Zhou, will it be easy for the media to take pictures of me coming to your residence?"

But at that time, he didn't dislike me. On the contrary, he patiently leaned down and explained to me:

"You can rest assured that any media daring to reveal Zhou Jinshen's personal privacy won't find it so easily for the time being."

He paused, a bitter smile appeared on his face, and his eyes turned slightly red:

"If there were really such media, then Miss Yun wouldn't be unaware of my wife's identity, right?"

Well, it was late at night.

And he started to get emotional again.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm sorry to bring up your sad past."

I smiled apologetically and casually pointed to a star in the sky.

"Look, there are so many stars tonight. Maybe your sister... I mean, the person in your heart, is quietly watching over you from there."

"If you're unhappy, she should be unhappy too, right?"

Although the comforting words were a bit cliché, I expressed them with the conviction of an actress, looking at him sincerely.

In the dimly lit car, Zhou Jinshen's silent gaze fell on my face, with a hint of inquiry.

"She... would she really be sad for me?"

What kind of question is that?

She's dead, not unloving you!

I affirmed, "Of course she would. Mr. Zhou, feelings are mutual, and your sincere love for your wife is evident. Wherever she is, she will definitely be thinking of you."

Zhou Jinshen, it seemed like I really made him happy with my coaxing.

After locking eyes with me for a while, he probably understood the reason in my words, and the inquisitiveness and desolation in his eyes finally faded away.

He shifted his gaze away and looked at the sky outside the window:

"Hmm. She is quietly watching over me."

In the moonlight, I could actually see the faint upward curve of his mouth.

He's really a strange person in love.

I silently made a wish.

In my next life, I must find someone who loves me like this!