One sentence synopsis: In the seventh year of marriage, Mr. Shen, who was rumored to be unkind, was squatting on the ground tying the shoelaces of his quarrelsome wife.
"Have you heard? The master of the Shen family brought another batch tonight."
Outside the deepest box of the high-end club, several men in suits and ties talked in low voices, with uncontrollable fear in their tone.
"Who let those blind people sell contraband in Mr. Shen's place? Beicheng had seen Mr. Shen's methods twenty years ago."
The heavy wooden door of the box was pushed open a crack, revealing a ray of warm light. Everyone's breathing stopped for half a beat.
Shen Sinian walked out. The sleeves of the black shirt were rolled up casually to the forearm, revealing a lean wrist. A thirty-three-year-old man is at his most mature, reserved and dangerous age. When his eyes glance over, it's like a basin of ice water being poured on his spine.
"Mr. Shen," Assistant Jiang Nan quickly greeted him and lowered his voice, "My wife just called."
The man's steps paused.
After following Shen Si Nian for seven years, Jiang Nan knew very well that even if the sky fell, this man's expression would not necessarily change. But at this moment, the coldness around Shen Sinian that kept strangers away from him completely subsided almost in an instant. He took the phone, the screen was on, and at the top of the call history were three words -
"Rock candy".
That was his note. To his wife, Wen Yining.
The call was dialed back and the call was answered after only one ring. No one spoke on the other end, only thin, suppressed sobs.
Shen Sinian frowned, but his voice was softer than Jiang Nan had ever heard in his life: "Yining."
