Shen Cheng slightly curled her lips.
This could explain why he painstakingly schemed to keep her by his side.
He is a devoted man, but what right does he have to restrict her freedom and attempt to control her future life?
There is only one man in his life, and there will only ever be one man.
Beyond him, she needs no one’s pity.
Even now, in a state of confinement, she will not compromise.
After a night, she has become even more composed.
What she needs to do now is quietly wait for the right moment, a moment to break free from this cage.
So, she gets up and goes about her morning routine as if she were at home, having breakfast.
Her demeanor is calm and composed, not at all like someone who is imprisoned.
Meanwhile, Mo Jin is in the study, reviewing documents while listening to the President’s Mansion’s butler report on Shen Cheng’s situation.
"Sir, Miss Shen has been sitting on the sofa in her room today, rarely moving around."
Mo Jin casually responded and looked up from the documents: "Did she eat the breakfast that was sent?"
"The lady actively ate her breakfast this morning, sir. She seemed very calm," answered the butler.
"That’s good." Mo Jin glanced at the wall clock, which was nearing ten o’clock, and then instructed, "You can tell the kitchen to go shopping for groceries. Buy the foods that the Shi Family servants often purchase. Use different methods to prepare them, one dish at a time, and if she doesn’t like something, withdraw it and replace it."
"Yes." The butler respectfully complied, though his mind was swirling with shock.
It was well known that Mr. President cherished his own wife, but his doting on Miss Shen now seemed to surpass even that of the former First Lady.
Mo Jin certainly wouldn’t guess the butler’s thoughts, merely asking nonchalantly, "Has Doctor Feng arrived yet?"
"Not yet. But a call was just made, saying he left half an hour ago; he should arrive in about fifteen minutes."
Mr. President is very particular about timing, so the butler always made sure to report the exact times.
Mo Jin nodded in satisfaction: "Go handle it."
The butler knew he was referring to making food for Shen Cheng, bowed his head again in response, and turned to leave.
As the butler was about to reach the door, Mo Jin called him back.
He heard Mo Jin ponder for a moment before saying, "As long as she doesn’t try to leave her room, let her do whatever she wants, don’t interfere."
"Yes." The butler sighed in relief, hoping for a peaceful resolution.
Miss Shen didn’t seem like someone easy to provoke, and trying to force her could indeed be daunting. Around noon, Mo Qingxin was permitted by Mo Jin to visit Shen Cheng.
But when she entered the room, Shen Cheng ignored her presence completely.
Mo Qingxin maintained her unique assassin’s cold charisma, sat down on the sofa, and looked at Shen Cheng, who was standing by the window: "Now you understand why I cannot let you die, right?"
At the sound of her voice, Shen Cheng just chuckled lightly, not even glancing at her.
Mo Qingxin spoke again, "You should remember when I once copied your style of dress; do you know why?"
Finally, Shen Cheng turned to give her a look, still unmoved.
Accustomed to her indifference, Mo Qingxin suddenly laughed, "Because, only when I copy your style does my Master actually look at me."
Finally, she added, "You are like his wife, and I, I can only be like you."