In the bedroom of the villa, Lin Nuannuan was sleeping soundly when her phone by the pillow rang again.
She picked up the phone with her right hand, resting her left arm over her eyes, asking lazily, "Mom, it's so late, what's going on?"
"Nuannuan, your husband is already sleeping in someone else's bed, and you can still sleep? Aren't you afraid of losing your place as Mrs. Ning?" Lu Jinyun scolded, utterly disappointed in her.
Scratching her head, Lin Nuannuan asked weakly, "So who's the little vixen tonight?"
Married for two years, mistresses have come flaunting their pregnancies urging her to step aside, and her mother-in-law calls her every now and then to go catch her husband red-handed—Lin Nuannuan was long used to it.
But every single time, she came up empty-handed—never any real evidence on Ning Shiyu.
"I'll send you the hotel room number on WeChat. Go fetch him back for me." Lu Jinyun paused, then added, "You really have given up on Shi Yu, haven't you? This is the last time I'm helping you. If you still can't get a hold of him, there's nothing more I can do."
"Okay, Mom, I got it. Just send me the address."
Half an hour later.
Lin Nuannuan got Ning Shiyu's room card from the hotel manager—everything already arranged by Lu Jinyun in advance.
"Six-six-six…" Reciting the numbers on the card, Lin Nuannuan stopped at the suite door.
The calm she'd felt just now was gone—her heart thumping wildly, about to leap out of her chest.
She'd seen this kind of scene too many times, but she still felt anxious every single time.
After taking a deep breath, she pressed the room card to the door handle.
The door clicked open. The suite inside was pitch-dark, and Lin Nuannuan let out a sigh of relief.
Looks like, just as always, Ning Shiyu wasn't in the room.
She was just about to leave when suddenly her wrist was grabbed hard and she was yanked inside.
The person's grip was fierce.
Lin Nuannuan was shocked, instinctively raising her hand to push him away, but was slammed heavily against the wall instead.
"Ning Shiyu, is that you?" Lin Nuannuan asked in panic and confusion.
...
Ning Shiyu stood with his back to her, dressed in a navy suit. "Lin Nuannuan, you're really something now—drugging me is your idea of a solution?"
He was always this superior, never once really seeing her.
"I didn't." Lin Nuannuan slowly sat up.
She hadn't seen Ning Shiyu in over two months—where would she even get the chance to drug him? This was just ridiculous.
Ning Shiyu let out a cold laugh. Unhurried, he walked to the bed, bent down by her face, and gripped her cheeks. "Lin Nuannuan, you really think these cheap tricks will make me stay?"
"Or do you think you can climb up by bearing my child?" His sneer was full of mockery.
Staring at the pills he threw at her, Lin Nuannuan instantly felt all hope die inside her.