Night at the Purple Garden Pavilion villa, where Lin Fei and Mu Shanshan resided.
The second-floor study.
Enveloped in Lin Fei's embrace while wearing her homely attire, the graceful Mu Shanshan reflected on Lin Fei's unusually hoarse voice, his strange attire, and his subdued emotional state.
Mu Shanshan, who hadn't yet heard Lin Fei, her nominal husband, express his caring inquiries in a string of questions, couldn't help but ask anxiously once more, "I'm asking you something, why aren't you talking?!"
"Don't talk, let me hold you for a while, I'm so tired,"
Unlike Mu Shanshan's anxious concern as a CEO wife, Lin Fei, who held his CEO wife in his arms, felt a significant easing of that extreme heartache.
Originally, his hollow tiger eyes gradually regained some emotion.
At this moment, Lin Fei was like a drowning man who had suddenly caught hold of a life raft. With a sense of dependence in his heart, the feeling of vast helplessness in him subsided significantly.
