Lin Xinlan turned over and lay down with her back facing him, saying softly, "Let’s sleep."
After a while, she heard Rong Shaoze lie down too.
Since that night, Lin Xinlan no longer did things that made Rong Shaoze uncomfortable.
She was still very good to him, but she showed some restraint in her kindness, so as not to make him feel uneasy.
Rong Shaoze’s entire mind was on his work.
When a man gets serious, he becomes terrifyingly stubborn.
He loved his work to the point of obsession, always thinking about work, never leaving himself any downtime. He would take any chance he got to work.
His current state was that of a total workaholic.
Only he knew that his frantic workload was because his world was a complete void. Only continuous work could fill his life and inner self.
Rong Shaoze went on a business trip to negotiate a major project, which would take about a week.
In the two days since he left, aside from having his secretary call on the first day to report his well-being, there had been no other messages from him.
In the past, whenever he went out, he would call her frequently each day. If she didn’t pick up, he would get angry.
After two days, Lin Xinlan gave in and called him.
"Hello." The man’s voice was a bit low and slightly tired.
Lin Xinlan questioned, "If I don’t call you, can’t you figure out how to call home?"
"Rong Shaoze, even if you’ve forgotten everything, I am your wife, this is your home, you can’t deny this!"
Rong Shaoze pondered deeply before asking, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Lin Xinlan gripped the phone tightly, not knowing how to answer him.
"...I just hope you can at least...remember that I’m your wife..."
Rong Shaoze had been discussing the project non-stop for two days. Other than resting, he had been busy discussing plans with his subordinates and was already overwhelmed.
On top of that, he had forgotten to eat today, and now his stomach was acting up, causing him pain. Already irritated, hearing her questioning him made him even more annoyed.
"If I remember correctly, the records clearly state that we are divorced. So, you are not my wife, you are my ex-wife." He said calmly, with a touch of displeasure.
Lin Xinlan suddenly felt as if someone had taken a knife and stabbed her heart.
In any case, her chest hurt so much she couldn’t breathe...
She held the phone, stunned, not moving an inch, nor making any sound.
"Hello, do you need anything else? If not, I’ll hang up now," the man said.
Lin Xinlan abruptly hung up the phone with a thud, not saying a word.
Listening to the sudden dial tone on the phone, Rong Shaoze felt even more irritated.
Secretary Su brought him some food, and after a few bites, he asked, "What specialties do they have here?"
Secretary Su, who had worked with him for many years and knew his temper well, quickly understood.
"Boss, do you want to buy some souvenirs to take back? It’s just right, as I’m planning to go out tomorrow to buy some things, I can bring some back for you. There are many souvenirs here, and if you can’t decide, I can choose some for you."
Rong Shaoze nodded and said no more.
This counted as him tacitly agreeing with Secretary Su’s suggestion.
Secretary Su also knew that the president was buying souvenirs for the madam.