Qin Zhiyou was still in his suit, his tie cinched tightly. He had come alone, without his secretary, Wang. Fortunately, the door to the room was automatic and closed on its own, emitting a "click" sound.
She leaned uncomfortably against her computer. Upon seeing her frown, seemingly discontented, Qin Zhiyou's mood grew even more turbulent. He swiped the laptop away with a big hand, sending it falling beneath the bed before she even had the chance to lament over her computer...
Qin Zhiyou seldom acted so harshly. In their five years of marriage, she could sense the myriad of emotions wrapped in his anger, perhaps resentment, maybe jealousy, or other tangled considerations.
She didn't have to think too hard to come to a conclusion: Qin Zhigu.
