Yangdong City.
The car arrived at the villa's entrance, and Ning Yichen, dressed in a white suit, got out first. He walked to the other side, opened the door, and reached out his hand to Su Lianxi.
Su Lianxi couldn't help but meet his gaze.
"Madam," Ning Yichen's tone carried a hint of mockery, "we're home."
Su Lianxi held back before placing her hand in his. Ning Yichen smiled, led her out of the car, and returned home with impeccable demeanor.
However, as soon as they entered the living room, Ning Yichen immediately let go of Su Lianxi's hand as if she were some disgusting, dirty thing.
Su Lianxi's eyes reddened, and she couldn't help choking up, "Yichen..."
They had lunch at the foreign minister's home at noon, and at that time, he had been so gentle with her that she almost thought everything was the same as before.
But in the end, it was all a deceit.
"Shut up." Ning Yichen coldly cut off her words and turned to walk to the bedroom.
