The secretary had become accustomed to Wen Nianchu's emotional variability.
Occasionally affectionate and tender, it misled her into believing he deeply cared for her, as if his love were as vast as the sea. Most of the time, he was distant and cold. Yet, it was only in matters concerning Yao Qing that he would exhibit a rare and terrifying rage, dark and chilling.
Wen Nianchu bowed his head and took several deep breaths.
"Get out."
She nodded her head, turned, and left the room.
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When Yao Qing awoke, the night had fallen deep.
She was still slouched on the couch, her limbs cold and numb from the chill, and she coughed a few times.
Looking at the cold furnishings around her with some confusion, it took her a long while to come back to her senses.
Why had she fallen asleep on the sofa?
After thinking it over for a long time, she could only vaguely recall that Wen Nianchu seemed to have visited her home, Wen Nianchu had come to her place.
