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In the dead of night, it had just rained, the lawn in the yard was soaked, and Yu Meng carried her tired body home, her shoes soaked to the feet.

Yu Meng took out the key, and her hands couldn't help but tremble as she opened the door.

"Squeak ~ ~ ~"

He followed the hallway to the living room. The dark night was stifling and quiet, with no lights. There were only a few rays of moonlight coming through the cracks of the window in the living room, shining onto the sofa.

The man was sitting in the shadows, his cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He was hunched over, his face showing no emotion in his eyes.

She hadn't been home for more than half a month, but today, she had suddenly lost her mind and was waiting for her. Although she knew that something was up, she couldn't be bothered to do anything about it.

By the time the lawsuit was filed, nothing about him had anything to do with her.

Yu Meng turned around and walked up the stairs. A few steps later, she heard the stifled voice of a man behind her.

It was hoarse and heavy.

"Where did you go?"

Yu Meng paused in her steps and continued to climb. Her response was as casual as ever. She had no intention of hiding anything from him.

"The law firm."

As she reached the last step, she heard him call to her.

Like a newlyweds, he buried his head in his ear and sweetly repeated her name.

"Yu Meng, Yu Meng, Yu Meng …"

Every word was filled with love and doting.

Now that he called her that again, it was no longer the same. She didn't hear love, she only felt a chill in her heart.

"Yu Meng."

The lights were turned on, and the room was as bright as day. However, the corridor on the second floor that Yu Meng was facing was still dark and gloomy.

She stopped and did not turn around.

"Have you had dinner?"

he asked her, his voice full of expectation and heartbreaking tiredness.

When she didn't answer, he spoke again, as if he was afraid of being rejected.

"I made your favorite soup. It should still be warm on the pot."

At the bottom of the 18th step, he was the one looking up at her.

Why did it feel like he had aged quite a bit after just a few days of not seeing him?

When they were in high school, Tan Yubai would always be standing in the courtyard waiting for her. When she opened the window, she would be able to see him in the courtyard.

He was high-spirited and domineering.

Tan Yubai had a good foundation, with a comic-book male protagonist's face, a tall nose, deep eyes, and a 1.89-meter tall figure, he was the focus of everyone's attention since he was young.

But when he looked down at him now, it was an old eyes, a face full of stubble, and a crooked tie.

Yu Meng found it funny. Why did she have to marry her and turn the male god Tan Yubai into such a destitute middle-aged uncle?

She laughed coldly. It was unknown if she was laughing at her own foolishness or laughing at his coldness, "Tan Yubai, why are you doing this?"

He did not answer her, but only smiled softly.

"Go wash your hands. Come down later for some soup."

He turned and walked back to the kitchen. She was annoyed.

Yu Meng walked to the door and bent down to change into her slippers. By the time she stepped out, he was already downstairs.

Startled, Yu Meng reminded him, "This is my room. Your bedroom is downstairs!"

Tan Yubai took a step closer. He was one head taller than her, and his body pressed forward, blocking all the weak lights.

"We're husband and wife, how can a husband and wife share a room and sleep together?"

"Soon it won't be."

"At least for now." Tan Yubai's voice was low, and the shoulders he pressed against Yu Meng slightly trembled. His black eyes were filled with wildness, dominance, and deep infatuation.

Silently, he picked her up by the waist and kicked open the bedroom door.

A large bed, two withered souls, and three inches of moonlight shining into the room, doomed this sleepless night.