"Zhizhi is my wife." Shi Wei's voice deepened, carrying a warning—warning the other man to stay away from someone else's wife.
He casually stretched his long legs in an easy posture, smiling with deliberate nonchalance. "Matters between husband and wife are none of Mr. Wen's business."
"Mr. Shi, you are quite confident."
"It's better than being arrogant like some people."
The two addressed each other as 'Mr.' in the politest terms, but the hidden turbulence in their eyes was as if each wished to drown the other.
Shi Wei caught the fleeting malice in Wen Renche's gaze, and his mood lightened slightly. "Mr. Wen, farewell."
With a disdainful glance at Wen Renche's darkened expression, he strode into the villa without looking back.
When he shut the door, he made sure to create a loud sound, as if chasing away some sort of filth.
"Shi Wei, are you back?" The commotion drew the attention of the young woman lying in the master bedroom.
