Chapter 142: The Scales in My Heart Have Already Tilted

Shen Xun turned and caught up with Luo Jiaai, demanding that she speak clearly.

Luo Jiaai thought she had spoken very clearly.

Since the rotten cucumber couldn't understand human speech, she didn't mind saying it again.

"President Shen, you cheat with another woman while also signing her up for yoga, infant‑care, children's nutrition and child‑psychology courses. This kind of double‑dip behavior is really …" she said with a disgusted expression.

"So she doesn't plan to prepare for pregnancy; transferring the classes to someone else is normal, right? Otherwise she'd have a child for you to control, huh?"

"I'm the one taking all those classes; the reason she didn't tell you must be that her heart is dead to the core."

A loud fight still leaves room for reconciliation; a silent withdrawal is true finality.

Luo Jiaai watched Shen Xun's ever‑changing expression and continued, "I've read that report about her; I don't know how others see it, but I think President Shen you're a bit unfit for her. Your starting line is worlds apart, yet at twenty‑eight her prospects shine brighter than yours. You really can't reach her."

"You can marry her and win her love only because you exploited the fact that she was an orphan longing for a family; your arrival conveniently filled the void in her past life."

"She must have worked hard to keep this marriage together, to preserve her wholeness, but it's such a pity— even when broken pieces are glued back, cracks remain; even when a dirty thing is cleaned, each time you see it you recall it once being soaked in excrement, and each recollection forces you to wipe it clean in your heart again. It's too agonizing."

She compared him to something dirty that had been soaked in feces.

Shen Xun felt both ashamed and angry.

Luo Jiaai gave him no chance to speak, smiled faintly and said, "I should actually thank President Shen; otherwise I couldn't afford those courses costing tens of thousands, and I wouldn't have been able to say those words before."

"The teacher's Piagetian four‑stage theory and Erikson's eight‑stage theory are so useful; they apply not only to children but to a person's entire life."

She wore a look of great benefit.

She said that and turned to leave.

Shen Xun froze on the spot, wondering what "heart dead to the core" really means.

How could it be…

How could it be?

Clearly, before this, Jiang Lai had been very obedient, not overthinking, not doubting.

She didn't notice anything was wrong at all.

Shen Xun clutched the rose, its petals fluttering in the wind; the icy autumn breeze struck the face like a knife, cutting painfully.

Shen Xun took out the phone and dialed Qiao Chuan.

"Check whether Nanshan Villa has any houses for sale, contact the owner or an agent; today I will enter Nanshan Villa as a buyer viewing the property."

Shen Xun wants to see Jiang Lai.

Since outsiders and unfamiliar vehicles can't enter Nanshan Villa, he creates a chance to get in.

He must see Jiang Lai today, no matter what.

If Jiang Lai can hide one thing from him, she can hide a second.

If they don't sit down and talk properly, this marriage will truly reach its end.

Shen Xun sat in the car, a throbbing headache.

The phone kept popping up message after message.

From Lin Shutong.

Lin Shutong reported to him that Gu Zhiyan had arranged for her to attend a friend's gathering tonight.

Love goes wherever; what's the point of telling him?

He was extremely worried.

The phone screen was pressed off; while waiting for Qiao Chuan's reply, each time Shen Xun saw a message from Lin Shutong pop up, he immediately swiped it away.

He would rather anxiously tap the steering wheel with his fingers than press the keyboard on the phone to reply to Lin Shutong.

The scales had already tipped in secret, favoring the side he loved in his heart.

Not far away, Lin Shutong, seeing the unreplied messages, slapped the steering wheel in anger, causing the car to emit a harsh honk.

Shen Xun used to never ignore her messages; if he was busy, he'd tell her he'd reply later, and once free, he'd answer each one without missing any.

This time she deliberately said she was going to a friend's gathering with Gu Zhiyan, and Shen Xun still ignored it.

Not long ago she pretended to bring another male companion to a cocktail party, and Shen Xun got angry enough to say "No, you may not."

Shen Xun no longer cares about her.

She simply doesn't believe it.

Tonight, going out with Gu Zhiyan, she will definitely post some photos on Moments to provoke him.

A man's nerve needs plenty of stimulation to feel a sense of crisis.

……

Ke Zhongyu was adjusting his tie in front of the mirror when Secretary Cen called.

"Speak."

"President Shen of Star Universe Technology wants to rent Number Eleven of Nanshan Villa."

Nanshan Villa has twenty villas; the Ke Family retains three units, all under Ke Zhongyu's name. Ke Zhongyu chooses to live permanently in Villa No. 1, while the other two remain vacant.

Secretary Cen, while cataloguing the boss's assets, sighed that there were too many houses; better to rent them out than leave them empty— even a mosquito's meat is still meat.

Ke Zhongyu told her to handle it herself, so she listed each vacant unit for rent.

The unit listed for rent in Nanshan Villa is indeed Number Eleven.

Normally a simple rental wouldn't need to be reported to Ke, but the registration form listed Qiao Chuan's name.

Qiao Chuan is Shen Xun's assistant.

The rent for Number Eleven of Nanshan Villa isn't cheap; for a fellow worker like Qiao Chuan to afford it is suspicious— he must be acting for his boss.

Usually matters the boss can't appear for are handled by assistants and secretaries.

Any issue involving President Shen of Star Universe Technology must be reported to Ke.

When Ke Zhongyu heard it was Shen Xun, he immediately understood the intention.

Coming for Jiang Lai.

Secretary Cen: "Moreover, he's in a hurry; he wants to see the house today."

Ke Zhongyu has already chosen a tie.

Since the shirt is dark red, the tie should be black.

"Let him come."

"Okay, President Ke."

Secretary Cen hung up the phone, then he called his voice assistant to dial Ke Zhongying's number.

"What's up?" came his sister's impatient voice from the phone.

Ke Zhongyu said calmly: "You should take Jiang Lai and leave."

"It's only 4 p. m.! The celebration banquet starts at 6:30."

"Cut the nonsense." Ke Zhongyu's gaze swept over the watches in the glass display case; "I'll replace a batch of the latest equipment for your lab."

"What do you mean early? It's not early at all! Bye-bye, big brother~"

Hearing his sister's fawning tone, Ke Zhongyu gave a silent light laugh and put on the watch.

Shen Xun and Qiao Chuan smoothly entered Nanshan Villa, arrived at Building 11, and Shen Xun instructed Qiao Chuan: "Go park the car."

Qiao Chuan understood, after parking the car, he began to wander freely around Nanshan Villa, looking in all directions, trying to figure out which building President Shen's wife would live in.

Shen Xun stood at the entrance of Building 11 for half an hour, until his calves ached.

The landlord still hadn't appeared.

To find Jiang Lai, he could endure.

After another ten or so minutes, finally someone came over here.

It was Ke Zhongyu and Mo Yi.

Mo Yi finally saw Miss Jiang's ex-husband, sizing him up from head to toe like looking at a monkey.

That gaze made Shen Xun feel uncomfortable.

What's worse, the landlord is Ke Zhongyu!

How could it be such a coincidence?

Mo Yi stepped forward: "Is this gentleman looking to rent? My family's Young Master rents this house for 4 million per year, with a minimum three-year lease, paid annually."

"Can President Shen afford it?" Ke Zhongyu opened with a bombshell: "If we get Miss Lin to repay the money, President Shen can afford it."