She still can't afford it

  After Shen Xuan left, Pei Jin Cheng received a call from the traffic police team, saying that they had found the person who gave the letter to the child by following the surveillance video and sent it to him.

  At night, every floor of the main building of Wutong Garden was brightly lit.

  The room on the third floor of Shen Xuan's house has been tidied up, and she has also organized her own materials. The rooms in Pei's house are all very large, just like Shen Xuan and Pei Jin Cheng's bedroom. Standing at the door and looking over, there is a sofa, desk, and several cases, everything is available.

  A bedroom of over a hundred square meters is more functional than the living room.

  The study upstairs, Shen Xuan had always thought was a very private place for Pei Jin Cheng, so she never went to snoop around, only helped him tidy up. Occasionally, she would flip through some books and come across Bai Shan's photos.

  For more than three years, Shen Xuan has been working overtime in the bedroom at night to take care of Pei Jin Cheng. This oversized desk is hers, with books, laptops, and tablets all belonging to her.

  There aren't many things, they can be packed into a cardboard box, and she picks it up. As soon as she walks out of the bedroom, she sees Pei Jin Cheng walking into the living room. She knows he's going to entertain the newly appointed municipal party secretary tonight.

  "Where are you going?" Pei Jin Cheng's voice was icy and cold, standing there in his suit and tie, definitely from the car, anyway Xiao Ying had to go to the parking lot every morning before he left to pick up his dirty clothes.

  His lips were pursed, and when he saw Shen Xuan, there was still a spark of unextinguished anger in his eyes. Although he stood there with his usual elegance, Shen Xuan could still smell the alcohol on him.

  "Oh, back to my room, let Xiaoying clean up in the morning and move it up now."

  Pei Jin Cheng's eyebrows were dense and deep, like the ink that had just been ground out of an inkstone. When he slightly narrowed his eyes, his eyelashes, which were both dense and long, stood on his eyelids, but the sharp light in his pupils could break through those dense and long obstacles, startling Shen Xuan, who took a small step back.

  "Not divorced yet, thinking of separating?" Pei Jin Cheng walked past Shen Xuan's side, his eyes slightly cold, his tone light and chilly.

  Xuan Shen turned around and took in the man's back view with her eyes, "You don't like looking at me, I'm staying here, aren't you feeling suffocated?"

  "What's going on?" Pei Jin Cheng stopped in his tracks, turned around at the right moment, with a hint of alcohol on him, but not showing any signs of intoxication. His lips curled up slightly, looking somewhat enchanting, "Hmph, even if it is a blockade, even if you want to move, I'm the only one who gets to decide. What makes you think you can take matters into your own hands?"

  "Just as you wish."

  "When did you learn mind tricks?"

  Xuan put the box back, placed it on the desk, and pressed her forehead with her hand. She turned around to face the man, let out a soft sigh, "Jin Cheng, I also know that living with me is very painful for you, I can understand...I'm not your Bai Shan, I don't understand your heart, can't comfort you...About what happened three years ago, I don't know how to make up for it either. All I can say is, do whatever makes you happy, until you feel satisfied, is that okay?"

  Xin's demeanor was humble, even her breathing seemed labored when she spoke, she feared she would tire, would collapse, but the debt she owed had to be repaid.

  Pei Jin Cheng's loss, she couldn't afford it, so whatever he wanted to do with her, she could only obey.

  That's what she could think of every day and night for the past three years, her husband's parents always kneeling in the ancestral hall, on each of his birthdays over the past three years, the parents-in-law in the ancestral hall had to kneel for a whole night. Grandpa would recite scriptures all night long, after finishing, tears streaming down his face.

  She knew that she had brought psychological trauma and torment to this family, which she could not afford. So, all she could give was everything...