Chapter 556: Sheng Zerong's Abnormal Behavior

Shi Youxuan was moved: "Alright, I promise you."

Jian Yixin's "entrusting of an orphan"-like confession touched Shi Youxuan, but Shi Youxuan could not just watch her go and face it alone.

She requested that Jian Yixin not live at home, and that the whole family move over to live with them.

But this was declined by Jian Yixin, who insisted on going home to live, saying she could not bring danger to everyone.

Shi Youxuan suggested again that she hire more bodyguards at home and take them when going out, to ensure safety at all times.

This time Jian Yixin agreed, and hired reliable bodyguards to protect their safety at home.

For several days in a row, everything was peaceful.

Jian Yixin gradually let down her guard, wondering if she should bring her son back?

These past few days, she could only see her son through video calls, and the more she looked, the more she missed him.

Her husband had been staying home to accompany her, and hadn't been to the company for several days either!

There were a thousand and one things to attend to at the company, and it wouldn't do to never go, so Sheng Zerong discussed it with his wife and wanted to go to the company to take a look.

"You go, take more people with you."

"Alright."

Sheng Zerong agreed, but he brought bodyguards, leaving for the company surrounded by an entourage.

However, at the time he should have gotten off work, he didn't return!

Jian Yixin had personally cooked a table full of dishes, but they had gone cold and she still hadn't seen her husband return; worried, she called him—"Sorry, the number you have dialed is powered off..."

So she called the bodyguard; the bodyguard answered and said they would be home soon.

She was worried and asked to let Sheng Zerong answer the phone; her husband answered and explained that his phone had run out of battery, which is why it was powered off.

Jian Yixin was finally relieved.

She stood at the doorway looking forward with expectation; she was told "home soon," but it ended up taking a full hour before she saw Sheng Zerong's car return.

Her husband got out of the car, saw her standing at the doorway, and his face showed guilt: "Why are you standing outside in such cold weather? Look, your hands are freezing; you don't even know how to wear more clothes."

"Boo-hoo..."

Seeing her husband standing safe and sound before her, she suddenly threw herself into his arms and wailed: "Why didn't you charge your phone, why did you come back so late, do you know how worried I was about you..."

During the hour of waiting, her heart had been in her throat the whole time, and she had nearly broken down several times.

Finally seeing her husband, her heart settled, and she could no longer hold it together.

Sheng Zerong held his wife and apologized with a pained heart: "I'm sorry, wife, for making you worry; I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..."

In his gaze, besides pity, there was also deep guilt.

A long while later.

Jian Yixin finally lifted her head from her husband's arms: "Husband, starting tomorrow, wherever you go, I go; I will never be separated from you again, not even for a minute."

"Alright."

The couple walked into the main gate while embracing.

The gate closed, shutting out the cold and the instability.

In the darkness, a pair of sharp eyes stared fixedly at the gate, staring for a long time before leaving.

The next morning.

Jian Yixin indeed got up early to wash, put on makeup, and put on a suit, preparing to go to the company to work with her husband.

Since the child wasn't at home right now anyway, rather than staying home every day letting her imagination run wild, it was better to go to the company to do some things.

It could both alleviate the pain of missing her child and help her husband share the workload; with the two of them together, she wouldn't have to worry about him encountering bad things outside—three birds with one stone!

At the breakfast table, Sheng Zerong only drank half a cup of milk before putting the cup down; he didn't touch a single bite of the tuna sandwich he usually loved to eat.

"Husband, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Jian Yixin reached out to touch her husband's forehead; it wasn't hot.

Sheng Zerong's complexion was poor; it had been poor since he returned yesterday.

"It's nothing, I just don't have an appetite." He smiled at his wife, trying his best to act as if nothing were wrong.

Although he tried his best to cover it up, it still didn't escape his wife's sharp eyes.

No, he was hiding something from her.

Her judgment was correct, and Sheng Zerong didn't hide it for long, because Jiangzhou was soon ignited by an explosive scandalous news story.

The two arrived at the company, and as soon as they got out of the car, they discovered that the people at the company were not quite right.

"Good morning, President Sheng."

"President Jian? Good morning."

When everyone saw Jian Yixin, their gazes actually revealed pity and terror.

These two completely different emotions appearing on the same face was strange enough in itself, but the problem was that the expression on everyone's face was about the same.

Meeting face-to-face, the employees greeted the two of them.

But they turned their heads and began to whisper.

"Hey, why did the two bosses come together?"

"Watching over her husband, what else could it be."

"Tsk tsk, President Jian is pitiful enough; beauty and talent combined, yet her husband still cheats."

"Men with money are all like this; no matter how beautiful a woman is, they get bored after a long time."

Although they deliberately controlled their volume, Jian Yixin had good hearing and could still catch a word or two.

But she didn't pay it any mind; she knew what her husband was like.

He would not cheat; even if all the men in the world cheated, her husband would not!

Arriving at the office, she closed the door from the inside and prepared to turn on the computer.

"Yixin—"

Sheng Zerong suddenly shouted loudly, giving her a start.

Startled by her husband's shout, she stopped the motion of opening her computer: "What are you doing? I'm not deaf, why are you shouting so loudly?"

"It's nothing, um... are you thirsty? Do you want coffee, tea, or juice?" Sweat kept pouring from his forehead, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Jian Yixin was not thirsty, but she felt her husband must be very thirsty, as his lips were chapped and ulcerated.

Sheng Zerong drew a cup of hot water from the water dispenser and placed it in front of his wife: "Yixin, drink more water, drinking more water clears away internal heat."

"I'm not thirsty."

She had just been about to ask what was wrong with him, acting so strange.

Sheng Zerong's hand suddenly tilted, the water cup tipped over, and hot water spilled all over the desk.

"Yixin, get up quickly, don't get burned."

He quickly pulled his wife up from the chair, his movements so fast it was as if he had been prepared for it.

After pulling his wife to a safe area, he didn't call the Assistant in to clean up, but instead cleaned it up himself.

Perhaps because he hadn't done chores in a long time, he didn't wipe the water on the desk elsewhere, but instead swept it all onto the keyboard—and so the computer was ruined and wouldn't turn on.

"Sheng Zerong, are you doing this on purpose?" Jian Yixin was no fool; she immediately saw what was going on with her husband's abnormal behavior.

"No, how could I do it on purpose? Wife, take a look at these documents for me."

He pressed his wife down to sit on the sofa, then gathered a large stack of documents from the desk for Jian Yixin to look at.

Sheng Zerong's eyes darted around, and the sweat on his forehead kept pouring out more and more.

Jian Yixin glanced at him, and he immediately shifted his gaze elsewhere.

She opened a document—and closed it!

Jian Yixin picked up a second one, opened it, read two pages, and closed it again!

When she closed the third one, her patience was also exhausted.

"These have all been reviewed by you, yet you're still making me look at them? Sheng Zerong, what exactly are you hiding from me?"

"Ah, have I reviewed them?"

He did not answer the question directly, but instead went to flip through the documents, one after another, endlessly.

This man was just like this, always like this; when he encountered problems, he would never talk to anyone, but would instead keep quiet and try to solve them himself.

Only when he truly couldn't solve them would he tell others.

But by then, small matters often turned into big ones.