You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Chapter 62 She's jealous, and the consequences will be severe.

He Jing breathed a sigh of relief, took off his coat and sat back down, taking a big gulp of water to calm the turmoil in his heart.

"That pretty girl from last time?"

"Hmm." Shen Mochen raised an eyebrow, kneading the doll Yu Nanqing had bought for him with his fingertips. Afraid that He Jing hadn't understood his meaning, he added, "We've had this before."

He Jing paused for two seconds, hesitated for a moment, and swallowed hard. "...Hmm?"

“I told you before that’s her.” Shen Mochen explained patiently, then rubbed the doll’s head. Although he was a little reluctant, just in case, he continued, “Take a note and write it down in the most obvious place.”

He Jing was completely confused. "Remember...remember what?"

"Remember that Shen Mochen has a wife named Yu Nanqing."

He Jing's eyelids twitched a few times, and he took his phone away to look at the caller ID.

That's right, it's Shen Mochen.

So, is it him who's gone mad, or is it the world that's gone mad?

“I’ll bring her over another day. Remember her face.” Shen Mochen lowered his eyes and continued before he could reply, “If she disappears again in the future, you’ll have to help me find her.”

Shen Mochen spoke softly, but He Jing could still detect a hint of sadness at parting, a strange feeling that made him uneasy. After hesitating for two seconds, he picked up his keys and went out.

Shen Mochen had never spoken to him so seriously before; it sounded like he was giving his last words.

His heart was beating a little fast, and his eyelids began to twitch rapidly.

Something's not right, something's really not right.

If Shen Mochen had a wife, he should go to great lengths to hide her and not let anyone spy on her.

Given his possessiveness, how could he possibly let his brother remember his wife's face?

Absurd, utterly absurd.

However, two years ago, Shen Mochen really went crazy, grabbing people everywhere and asking them about his wife.

I'd heard people say that Shen Mochen had lived in a mental hospital since childhood and was a perverted, sickly, and crazy person.

But after spending more than ten years together, he felt that apart from being a bit grumpy and cold, Shen Mochen had no other bad qualities.

If it weren't for Shen Mochen, he probably would have been killed by thugs long ago.

Two years ago, it was the first time he had seen Shen Mochen lose control and go crazy.

It's really scary.

When He Jing arrived at Shuijun Bay, Shen Mochen was on the phone with someone else, and his words were very similar to what He Jing had just said.

He Jing paused in his act of pushing the door open, his expression suspicious. Only after he hung up the phone did he lean closer to examine him, "Are you alright?"

Apart from his slightly red eyes, there was nothing else wrong with him; he was still incredibly handsome.

He deflated and slumped into the soft couch beside him, reasonably suspecting that Shen Mochen was showing off.

Shen Mochen glanced at him sideways, then looked down at the soft couch for a while. "I remember my wife used to really like this soft couch."

He Jing stiffened, paused for a moment, then reluctantly got up and sat down on the sofa next to him.

Once she was settled in her seat, her mind finally caught the key phrase in Shen Mochen's words: "Before?"

Shen Mochen leaned back, a slight smile playing on his lips, and chuckled softly, "I knew it... I wasn't lying..."

He Jing stared at him, assuming he was just too happy to have a wife, and didn't say anything or expose anything.

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Yu Nanqing felt that the world was really small.

Xia Yan's younger sister is Xia Yue, the granddaughter-in-law favored by Grandpa Shen, a lively and cheerful girl.

“Xia Yue is just a bit dim-witted.” Xia Yan said, putting away her phone. She couldn’t help but think of Shen Mochen, her eyes flickered, and her emotions were somewhat complicated.

Xia Yue is Shen Mochen's loyal admirer, as everyone in the industry knows.

That girl is single-minded; she devotes all her attention to men.

However, after pursuing it for several years, there was still no result.

However, the pretty girl I just met has easily won over that King Yama.

Now, as the middleman, she seems to be caught in the middle.

It's good that Xia Yue has settled down. With her love-struck mind, if she keeps clinging to Shen Mochen, she'll probably still be single even when she's an old lady.

"Little Nanqing, why don't you come and join us for my sister's birthday party? I can introduce you to some of the people in the art circle while I'm at it," she said, stirring her coffee.

Yu Nanqing pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.

Xia Yue doesn't know her, so if she refuses, it would make her seem petty.

The gift she picked out for Xia Yan was a light pink princess dress, adorned with sparkling diamonds on the tulle.

It looks absolutely stunning on the model.

She bought a butterfly brooch made entirely of diamonds, which would perfectly match her princess dress.

The two had lunch before leaving the mall. As soon as they stepped out of the mall, Xia Yan received a call from Xia Yue, who was pleading with her to come pick her up.

The mall was noisy, and Xia Yan had her phone on speakerphone, so Yu Nanqing heard it too. She was carrying a bag, and only spoke up considerately after Xia Yan hung up the phone, "Sister Xia Yan, why don't you go pick up your sister? I'll just take a taxi back."

"It's rush hour now, and it's hard to get a taxi. Xia Yue is at a nearby restaurant. We'll go pick her up and take you home first." Xia Yan didn't agree to her request. After all, she had asked them to come, and she had to make sure they got her home safely.

Her tone was firm, and Yu Nanqing did not refuse again.

The restaurant is indeed not far away, just a few hundred meters away. It's a small, retro-style building that looks quite pretty.

Yu Nanqing rested her chin on her hand and looked out the window. Suddenly, her gaze fell on a familiar figure outside the restaurant.

She paused, her fingertips touching the doorknob, preparing to go downstairs, but the next second she saw a pretty figure dart out from beside the man, tugging at his clothes and shaking them gently.

Her body stiffened slightly, her fingertips loosened, and her hands hung limply on her legs.

The man's face was expressionless, but the slightly upturned corners of his eyes revealed his pleasure.

Shen Mochen was very pleased…

Because of other women.

Yu Nanqing lowered her eyes, her feelings a mixture of bitterness and anger.

It turns out that he said he was busy with the company's anniversary celebration because he was busy spending time with his little sister.

Perhaps, she's already his fiancée.

A sudden surge of jealousy welled up inside her. She tugged at the hem of her skirt, thinking she'd save face for him and unleash her hysteria when they got home.

"Sister!" The woman got into the car, as lively as a newborn sunflower, raising her eyebrows and spreading sunshine everywhere.

Yu Nanqing glanced at her, and perhaps due to a woman's innate sensitivity, her vision suddenly improved to 5.2, and she immediately noticed the small red dot on her neck.

The two were talking in front, but Yu Nanqing couldn't hear a word they said. She kept rubbing her skirt with her fingertips until Xiao Taiyang turned around and greeted her.

"Hello, Sister Qing!"

Yu Nanqing tugged at her lips, her mouth twisting into a crooked corner that couldn't be straightened out, and her words burst forth with hostility, "Sister, I... am not very good."

Xia Yue was taken aback. Her naivety seemed feigned, and she handed her a skewer of candied hawthorns, her words hitting the nail on the head: "Sister, eating this will make you feel better! Even someone as cold as Brother Chen likes to eat it!"

Yu Nanqing felt a slight heart attack. She tilted her head, her lips didn't move, but she was desperately chewing on a few words.

Ah...Chen...brother?