She used to be the very picture of a gentle and virtuous woman—a frugal homemaker and a doting mother. Her voice was soft and tender, as soothing as a spring breeze.
But now, her demeanor had a new layer of composure and poise, even a hint of the sharp assertiveness of someone in power.
It was as if she had been completely transformed, a humble sparrow slowly turning into a proud canary.
This set Shen Mingchuan on edge. He felt the distance between him and Lin Ping widening, so he quickly pressed her.
"Ping, you're still coming to meet me today, right?"
"Of course."
The corners of Lin Ping's mouth turned up, but while she was smiling, there was no warmth to it—only an endless, spreading coldness and contempt.
"After all, it's our wedding anniversary. I remember everything you've done... very, very clearly."
"That's good!"
Shen Mingchuan clearly missed her sarcasm. He even breathed a long sigh of relief at her confirmation.
"Well, you get back to work. I'll see you tonight."
