"Then remember to come back early tonight," Xu Chaomu urged him.
"Mm."
"Alright, you're busy. Go on," Xu Chaomu said as she hung up the phone.
Even though they had been apart for only a few hours, she was already missing him—missing him very much indeed. But now, whenever she missed him, she could look at the ring on her finger, the beautiful ruby ring.
...
When Shen Chi came home that evening, it was already past eleven o'clock. He walked gently through the living room, afraid of waking her up.
It was still Old Cheng who drove him back tonight. Today was rather good; Old Cheng thought that he wasn't too drunk.
Old Cheng wanted to call the butler Ling, but Shen Chi waved him off and told him to go home and rest.
The living room was a bit warm, so he took off his suit and threw it on the sofa. He picked up the sobering tea from the coffee table.
