Once Secretary Cheng stepped out the door, Leng Sicheng flung the door shut with a loud bang.

 Downstairs, Gu Qingqing heard the commotion but did not appear to be affected by him. He was not mad at the secretary. He was mad at her—even though she did not know why.

 Maybe, he blamed her for disrupting his ‘good thing’ with Chen Wenjie…

 …

 Leng Sicheng worked late into the night.

 Secretary Cheng heated the congee again. Leng Sicheng finished the pot of porridge that Gu Qingqing had cooked, including the dishes without stepping out of the study room.

 At night, after her shower, Gu Qingqing’s mother called her. “Did you get the message I sent you yesterday? Have you thanked Sicheng?”

 “Not yet.” Gu Qingqing looked at the tightly shut door to the study and shook her head.

 “What is it with you? Do you know how much Sicheng has helped us? This time, he gave the money readily. Even if you don’t serve him well, at least thank him! If you don’t fail to build a good relationship with him—I heard that he has another woman? It’s on the news. What if one day, Leng Sicheng divorces you…”

 Oh right, other than asking for pocket money, and asking for help when her brother was in trouble, her mother would also call her, filled with a sense of impending crisis, whenever Leng Sicheng found himself a new woman.

 “I know. I’ll tell him, alright?” Gu Qingqing gently stroked her wet hair.

 She had only just hung up the phone when the phone rang again. She picked up the phone without looking at the caller. “What else?”

 “What?” Li Youyou’s loud voice said on the other end. “I tell you, Ling Sicheng is really with Chen Wenjie! What are you doing? Aren’t you, the queen-mother, going to purge the harem?”

 Two phone calls, same subject. One wanted her to serve Leng Sicheng, and the other wanted her to have sex with Leng Sicheng.

 Li Youyou worked for Royal Strike Entertainment. She started as a field assistant, and now she was promoted to associate director. She knew every little thing that happened in the entertainment industry, especially that every one of Leng Sicheng’s mistresses were from Royal Strike Entertainment.

 “You’re calling it a harem already. He has a lot of women on the side, isn’t that normal?” Gu Qingqing paused for a minute.

 “By the way, why would a woman make life difficult for another woman? The women who want to hook up with Leng Sicheng are despicable! But the worst one is still that womanizer Leng Sicheng! I tell you, if you keep enduring this in silence, he won’t praise you for your virtue! He’ll only get worse!”

 “Worse… So, what?” Gu Qingqing walked to the windowsill. Her damp hair hung behind her as she stared into the darkness. A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. “It’s been three years already. Perhaps, soon, I will have to let this go?”

 As soon as she said that, the door swung open, startling Gu Qingqing. It was Leng Sicheng!

 On the other end of the line, Li Youyou said, “Let this go, my ass. You are the bona fide, primary wife! Even if she comes back to this country, there is nothing she can do about you. People who destroy families are mistresses…”

 Gu Qingqing quickly hung up and greeted her husband feebly, “You’re… here.”

 How much of that conversation did he hear? Would he think that she was talking about him behind his back?

 Leng Sicheng replied with an “Mm.” He was not bothered about her phone call just now.