Liang Muxi bumped into the husband she had been in a hidden marriage with for a year, yet she failed to recognize him at all.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Liang Muxi was carrying a stack of documents out of the elevator. Her pace was too hurried, and she bumped into someone.
Though it was only a light collision, not enough to cause the other person pain, she still apologized immediately with a sincere attitude.
The man was very tall and said nothing, standing before her like a wall and blocking out most of the light.
He carried a distinct woodsy scent that was quite pleasant.
Liang Muxi looked up and met a pair of amber eyes. The man gave her an indifferent glance before walking past her and into the elevator.
Four men in suits followed him. One of them, a man wearing glasses, paused beside Liang Muxi, his gaze lingering on her for a long moment.
Liang Muxi turned to look at the man in the elevator who carried an aura of cold detachment.
He stood tall with one hand in his pocket, taller than the others beside him. He radiated the oppressive aura of a superior, his brow etched with indifference.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
Liang Muxi curled her lip and turned away.
He’s quite handsome and looks a bit familiar, but his temperament is too cold. How could he look at a delicate girl with such icy eyes?
The phone in her pocket rang. She freed a hand and pulled it out.
Seeing the word “Grandmother” displayed on the screen, she answered with a sweet, cheerful voice, “Grandmother.”
An aged but vigorous voice came from the other end: “Muxi, Jinchuan is back.”
Liang Muxi froze.
Her hidden husband was back?
“Muxi, Jinchuan has returned to the group to formally serve as the CEO. He won’t be leaving again. You young couple won’t have to live in separate places anymore…”
Liang Muxi didn’t hear the rest.
She only heard that Song Jinchuan would be staying in the capital permanently and wouldn’t be leaving. Her good days were over.
…
A year ago, she had accidentally saved Grandmother Song’s dog and rushed it to the pet hospital just in time.
Grateful, Grandmother Song added her on WeChat and messaged her frequently. The two became close.
Later, Grandmother Song introduced her grandson to her, tempting her with a list of benefits.
At the time, she had just graduated and hadn’t found a job. She was so poor she couldn’t even afford rent.
Grandmother Song said her grandson was handsome, a man of few words but very good at making money. If she married him, she would have a ready-made luxury apartment to live in.
Liang Muxi figured that since she had saved the grandmother’s dog, the old lady probably wouldn’t lie to her.
Besides, she really needed a place to stay. Her roommates had already moved out of the school dorms, and she was the only one stubbornly refusing to leave.
If she didn’t move soon, the dorm manager would have thrown her things out.
The situation was dire.
So, she agreed.
On the day they registered their marriage, she met Grandmother Song’s grandson. What did he look like again?
She couldn’t quite remember.
She only recalled that he was very tall and handsome, and he really didn’t speak much.
The registration process went smoothly.
The moment they stepped out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, her new husband got into a car and hurried away.
He didn’t say a single word to her the whole time.
Liang Muxi thought Grandmother Song’s grandson was far too quiet. If the staff hadn’t asked him during the registration, “Is this voluntary?” and he had uttered two words, “It is,” Liang Muxi would have thought he was a mute.
Standing at the entrance of the Civil Affairs Bureau, before she even had a chance to look at the marriage certificate, a man in a suit approached her, introducing himself as Song Jinchuan’s lawyer.
He handed her an agreement to sign and gave her the key card and passcode for a large luxury apartment in the city center. He also informed her that Song Jinchuan was leaving that very day to take a position at the Jiangcheng branch and wouldn’t be back for a while, so she shouldn’t call him unless it was absolutely necessary.
Liang Muxi was ecstatic.
This marriage was fantastic.
Living in a 500-square-meter luxury apartment in the city center without having to pay rent, property fees, or utilities—and best of all, without having to wait on a husband. She could do whatever she wanted alone.
It couldn’t be any better!
In the blink of an eye, she had lived this heavenly life for a year.
And now she was being told her husband was back.
Liang Muxi grew worried.
As a result, she didn’t hear anything else Grandmother Song said and hung up the phone distractedly.
Before she could overthink, her boss called.
She hurriedly answered and ran toward the parking lot.
She had only returned to the office to grab documents for a meeting at a client’s company.
She had been delayed for too long.
Once in the car, she naturally received a scolding from her boss.
She listened in silence, rolling her eyes internally.
At 9:00 PM, the corporate slave finally finished her busy day.
Finding a seat on the subway, she felt wilted, as if half her life force had been drained. She didn’t even want to look at her phone; her mind was blank, unwilling to think about anything.
The residential complex where she lived was called Wanbo Garden, a high-end community with one unit per floor.
The elevators in high-end complexes were clean and carried a pleasant fragrance.
Liang Muxi walked in and swiped her card.
The elevator rose slowly and finally stopped on the seventh floor.
Stepping out of the elevator led directly into her home.
Liang Muxi kicked off her shoes and walked into the house barefoot.
She went to the kitchen island, poured a glass of water, and drank it slowly.
The house was empty and quiet; only the sound of her drinking could be heard.
Was she afraid, living in such a large house alone?
How could that be?
Having no house to live in was what was truly scary.
…
At the Chengxi Group headquarters.
Song Jinchuan glanced at his watch, turned off his computer, stood up, grabbed his suit jacket, and left.
His driver had taken a leave of absence today for an emergency.
His secretary, He Jun, drove him back.
Once in the car, He Jun glanced at the man in the back seat, who was as cold and upright as a pine tree.
“President Song, where are we heading?”
Song Jinchuan moved his large hand away from his brow and looked over in confusion.
He Jun coughed and explained, “You used to live at Shangjing No. 1, but now the Madam is living at Wanbo Garden. Would you like to go to Wanbo Garden tonight?”
Song Jinchuan frowned slightly.
If He Jun hadn’t mentioned it, he would have forgotten he even had a wife.
After a moment of silence, he spoke coldly: “Shangjing No. 1.”
He Jun glanced at him through the rearview mirror and started the car.
After driving for a while, He Jun couldn’t help but say, “President Song, that person today seemed to be the Madam.”
Song Jinchuan’s gaze swept over to him, filled with questioning.
He Jun had already suspected that his boss didn’t recognize his own wife. Seeing that bewildered look, he was now certain he truly hadn’t.
And judging by the Madam’s reaction, she hadn’t realized the person she bumped into was her husband either.
This couple… when they meet, you don’t remember me, and I don’t remember you.
He Jun was speechless for a moment before elaborating: “At Yuguang Advertising, that girl who bumped into you at the elevator—that was the Madam.”
A rare, complex expression flickered across Song Jinchuan’s face.
However, he still couldn’t remember what his wife looked like. He had only given her a brief, indifferent glance at the time.
She seemed… quite short, and very fair.