In the evening, as the lights of the city began to shine.

Pei Yu turned down the dinner invitation from Song Yang and the others, and parked his car on the side of the road across from the pet store.

Since the unpleasant incident at the entrance of the Wen Nan's pet store that day, he deliberately waited for two days. Although He Ji had already bought the ointment long ago, these two days, his mind kept flashing with the wound on Wen Nan's forehead, the look in his eyes when he said "I don't want it," and the bloodstain on the bedsheet that he saw but didn't pay attention to that morning.

Pei Yu pulled out a lighter and lit a cigarette, the smoke curling up as his eyes deepened.

Wen Nan Shu would never leave him; Pei Yu was absolutely certain of this. He just wanted to let Wen Nan Shu calm down for a while. After two days of cooling off, Wen Nan Shu would regret saying those divorce words to him and would be deeply moved when she saw him coming to pick her up with medicine. She would immediately go back home with him.

He wanted everything to go back to how it was before, never before had this thought screamed so strongly in his heart.

Pei Yu flicked away the cigarette ash. His wrist rested against the edge of the pitch-black car window. The chilling winter night breeze blew, while he pondered for a moment, his expression akin to the confidence of holding a winning hand in a negotiation.

Pei Yu waited in the car for a while, watching as two or three employees dressed as students finished their shift at the pet store. Wen Nan Shu stood at the store's entrance, seeing off the last customer.

The girl was holding a corgi and smiling happily. She even took out her phone and scanned it at Wen Nan's phone.

Pei Yu's face instantly darkened.

Is this adding Wen Nan's WeChat? Do we need to add WeChat even for treating such an ugly dog?

Pei Yu in the car immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket and opened Wei Nan's WeChat interface.

Most of the conversations on their chat page were messages sent by Wen Nan. There were many dates, asking when he would come home, telling him to drink less alcohol, and offering to pick him up. However, most of the time there was no reply, or only a simple "Mm" or "I understand."

And now, the person who rarely took the initiative to contact has changed his profile picture. In the past, it was a series of sunset scenery photos by the seaside. If you look closely, you can see their double reflection on the soft sandy beach under the brilliant afterglow. It was taken five years ago when they were shooting their wedding photos in Saipan.

Once upon a time, he thought the composition of the photos taken by Wen Nan was plain and uninteresting. Now, the profile picture has been changed to a picture of a cat.

Pei Yu stared at the screen and took a closer look. It seemed like someone else was holding it after all? The striped cat with a despairing expression was being lifted up, with a pair of hands pinching under its front paws. The hands belonged to a young man with a wheat-colored complexion, clearly not Wen Nan Shu.

Pei Yu snorted and casually tossed his phone onto the passenger seat. That cat looked hideous, and their group photo was taken even worse. It was still more attractive than an ugly cat though. Wen Nan Shu really had no taste.

At half-past eight, Wen Nanshu left the pet store and locked the rolling shutter door. Han Jianian went home for the weekend. He knew that Wen Nanshu was tight on money. Last week, he did not expect that as soon as he left, Wen Nanshu would only eat instant noodles. If he had not come back early and discovered it, without a word, he immediately advanced one month's salary for him. He even used the excuse of "food expenses" for their shared rent and forcefully gave him four thousand yuan.

Wen NanShu didn't touch the four thousand yuan; instead, he saved two-thirds of his salary. After all, he needed money for his later medical expenses and living expenses. He only left a small amount for his daily expenses. If someone like Han JiaNian knew that Wen NanShu had only kept such a small amount of money for himself, they would surely be astounded, with their eyes and jaw dropping, and doubting whether such a small amount of money could really survive in K City with its magical consumption level.

The Warm Southern Book is indeed extraordinary; he has always been able to handle situations like this.

Wen Nan locked the door and prepared to go to the supermarket to buy some discounted ingredients for a weekend meal.

Pei Yu in the car watched as Wen Nan Shu walked along the road. He was about to drive and catch up, but unfortunately, at this moment, a large cement truck came from the other end of the narrow road, completely blocking the road ahead of Pei Yu.

"You're blind! This is a one-way street, can't you see!"

Watching Wen Nanshu walk away, Pei Yu was infuriated and rolled down the car window, cursing. The cement truck driver was also from out of town, and he was terrified when he saw Pei Yu's multi-million-dollar luxury car. In his panic, he clumsily turned the steering wheel several times, nervously failing to make way for Pei Yu first.

"Damn it, why are there so many idiots today!"

Pei Yu cursed under his breath and gripped the steering wheel with one hand. The white Maybach swiftly reversed on the narrow road and disappeared in a cloud of dust through the exit behind.

After being stuck for a short while, Wen Nan Shu disappeared. In front of him were flashing traffic lights, crowded pedestrian crossings, and overhead pedestrian bridges. Because it was the weekend, the bustling flow of people was particularly lively and crowded.

Where did Wen Nan go in such a hurry?

Unfortunately, there happens to be a large shopping mall nearby, and traffic is especially heavy on weekends. Pei Yu was driving so slowly, which annoyed the cars behind him who wanted to honk their horns to urge him on. However, once they saw his car and the extremely arrogant string of consecutive 8 license plate numbers, they swallowed their urge.

Pei Yu continued driving at a low speed along the street, searching for someone. Everyone he saw was dressed like a bloated zongzi, but with just one glance, Pei Yu knew they weren't Wen Nan Shu. After circling around twice, he was almost tempted to call He Ji and ask him to look into where exactly Wen Nan Shu lived.

Pei Yu made a U-turn. If it were the past, Pei Yu would definitely have turned back. But today, for some unknown reason, he came to find Wen Nanshu. Now that Wen Nanshu was missing, he felt very annoyed. He had to find Wen Nanshu no matter what.

In the supermarket, Wenna Shu queued up on the negative first floor to settle his bill. He didn't buy much, and the whole shopping process took just over ten minutes. But now, every family was busy purchasing goods for the Chinese New Year, and just the act of scanning QR codes to queue up was taking more than half an hour.

Wen Nan, holding a shopping bag filled with vegetables and eggs, came out of the elevator.

As the New Year approached, at the small square outside the supermarket entrance, several bustling stalls were set up, all selling vibrant red couplets. Among them, an elderly man was writing couplets on the spot, drawing a crowd of onlookers.

Dipping a brush in golden ink, he elegantly swept it across the scarlet paper, displaying a dignified demeanor. Wen Nan shu recalled that Han JiaNian had only bought Lunar New Year decorations for the pet store, and there were none at home. He also wanted to choose a pair of handwritten couplets by the Master himself.

Pei Yu was considering that since Wen Nan Shu was walking, he must live nearby. He circled around these few intersections three times, with his subordinates preparing to dial He Ji's phone number. Suddenly, his gaze swept past, and right at the entrance of a couplet stall, he saw Wen Nan Shu.

Wen Nan, with a plastic bag in hand, filled with protruding green vegetables, was standing next to the stall where Chunlian was being written. He was wearing a short, light brown jacket with a white lambswool collar. He slightly bent his waist and peered in, revealing a flawless and fair neck in the cold wind. His focused gaze fixed on the strokes of the characters being skillfully written by the elderly gentleman. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, naturally expressing admiration, enveloping him in a warm and festive atmosphere.

I'm not sure why, but Pei Yu suddenly let out a small sigh of relief.