Fang Anning curled up on the sofa, frowning in the darkness at the evenly breathing man on the bed.
How to deal with a husband who always wants to kill oneself?
Fang Anning fell into deep worry.
Unable to sleep for worrying, she could only get out of bed softly and tiptoe downstairs to get some water to drink.
There was naturally water in the room, but if she made any noise, He Tingchen might use that as an excuse to kill her.
"Madam."
Fang Anning, holding a glass of water and just taking a sip, was startled when Mrs. Chen suddenly stood behind her and spoke without a sound.
"Cough cough cough."
Fang Anning choked, unable to help coughing violently.
"Mrs. Chen, in the middle of the night, you should at least make some noise. You could scare someone to death."
"Madam, Old Mr. He wants to see you," Mrs. Chen said.
"Old Mr. He?" Fang Anning furrowed her brows.
The He family was the richest in Yun City, with no one knowing the extent of their wealth. It was only known that if the He family stomped their foot, not only Yun City would tremble thrice, but the entire domestic business scene would change.
Unfortunately, the He family had a sparse population.
With only three generations of single heirs, there was only one grandson, He Tingchen. And He Tingchen's father died in a car accident ten years ago.
Thus, the entire He family, in fact, consisted of only Old Mr. He and He Tingchen.
When she married into the He family, of course, there was no wedding ceremony – a car was sent over. So not to mention the He family's friends and relatives, even Old Mr. He she had never met.
To her knowledge, the four brides before her didn't have weddings either.
Just quietly sent into the He family, and then just as quietly carried back out of the He family when they died.
Everyone bet that she wouldn't last a month before being carried out of the He family horizontally.
Otherwise, why would Zhou Zhaoguo forcibly give her such a great opportunity to marry into a wealthy family?
"What does Old Mr. He want to see me for?" Fang Anning's eyes flickered.
"You'll know when you see him," Mrs. Chen answered.
Fang Anning pursed her lips and had no choice but to follow Mrs. Chen.
Unexpectedly, Old Mr. He also lived in this large mansion.
Just, in the back courtyard.
Mrs. Chen led her through a long corridor to the door of a room.
First standing outside the room, she reported in a low voice, "Old Master, the wife is here."
"Let her in."
A deep voice came from inside.
Mrs. Chen gently pushed open the door, which was also pitch-black inside.
Fang Anning couldn't help but frown. Was it hereditary? Both grandfather and grandson liked a pitch-black environment.
"Madam, please go in!" Mrs. Chen reminded.
Fang Anning nodded, took a deep breath, and mustered the courage to walk in.
**
He Tingchen, asleep, suddenly sensed something wrong.
He immediately extended his hand and grabbed the neck of the person looming over him.
Fang Anning grunted, both hands grasping He Tingchen's wrists forcefully, hoarsely shouting, "Let go, it's me."
He Tingchen opened his eyes, and one could feel his rage even behind a mask.
Taking a deep breath, he released his grip and asked angrily, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just checking on you," Fang Anning quickly rubbed her neck, coughing.
"Get out," He Tingchen spat out a word.
Fang Anning scurried away, rolling back to her sofa and wrapping herself tightly in the blanket.
Too terrifying, she was nearly strangled just now.
She could be certain, He Tingchen really wanted to strangle her. That force didn't lie at all.
How was she supposed to deal with a man like that?
But thinking of Old Mr. He's words, she couldn't help but be tempted.
Forget it, sleep now; everything else can wait until tomorrow.
The next day, when she woke up, sure enough, He Tingchen was nowhere to be seen.
She went downstairs for breakfast and, lo and behold, Liao Hanfeng was here again.
As soon as he saw her, he greeted her with a smile: "Beauty, good morning."
"Why are you here again?" Fang Anning asked, not pleased.
Liao Hanfeng put on a sad face and said, "Beauty, do you really not want to see me?"
"Yes," admitted Fang Anning.
Liao Hanfeng: "..."
This meal became unappetizing, not much hurt, but the insult was substantial!
"Forget eating, I'm leaving," Liao Hanfeng left angrily.
Fang Anning pursed her lips and then asked Mrs. Chen, "Where is Sir?"
Mrs. Chen hastily replied, "Sir is in his own study."
"Has he had breakfast yet?" Fang Anning asked.
Mrs. Chen shook her head: "I was just about to bring it up."
"Don't, I'll bring it," said Fang Anning.
"This...?" Mrs. Chen hesitated.
Fang Anning said, "I am his wife, this is what I'm supposed to do. You don't need to worry, he won't blame you."
"Alright then!"
Since Fang Anning had said so, Mrs. Chen could not argue.
She prepared the breakfast and handed it over to Fang Anning to take upstairs.
Fang Anning glanced at the breakfast, it was just a glass of milk, a sandwich, and a boiled egg.
So little and bland, hardly a grown man's breakfast.
"Has Sir always eaten these?" Fang Anning asked.
Mrs. Chen nodded: "Sir isn't picky about food; he has been having this type of breakfast for over a decade."
"Over a decade?" Fang Anning was surprised.
What kind of person could be so obsessive as to eat the same breakfast day in and day out for over a decade.
"Madam, let's not ask too many questions and just bring it upstairs," Mrs. Chen reminded her.
Fang Anning pressed her lips together, put down the tray and said, "I will make him a fresh breakfast, you don't need to worry, go about your business. Once it's done, I will bring it upstairs."
"But Madam, Sir's breakfast time is usually fixed, you..."
"Shut up, I am the wife, listen to me, go and do your own thing," Fang Anning rebuked.
Mrs. Chen had no choice but to bow her head, said "Yes," and left the place.
Fang Anning went to the kitchen, where the chef showed a surprised look upon seeing her.
She told the chef not to mind her and started browsing through the fridge to make a simple appetizer with white radish.
Then she served a bowl of ready-made plain congee, accompanied by a bun and an egg, along with the milk, and brought everything upstairs.
Mrs. Chen had already informed her of the location of He Tingchen's study.
She walked to the door and first knocked.
"Come in."
The man's deep voice came through the door.
Fang Anning pushed the door open and walked in, and upon seeing her, He Tingchen's eyes suddenly grew cold.
"Why is it you? Who allowed you to come in?"
"You did. You just said 'come in'," Fang Anning replied with a smile.
"Smooth talker, get out, this isn't where you should be," the man coldly scolded.
He was seated at his desk, with a stack of documents in front of him, apparently dealing with business.
However, the curtains were drawn with only one desk lamp on.
The whole room was dim and gloomy, just like him.
Fang Anning placed the tray in front of him and said, "Eat this, and then I'll leave."
He Tingchen glanced at it and said coldly, "I don't eat these things."
"Mrs. Chen said you've been eating the same three items every day for over a decade. You've never tried anything else, how do you know it doesn't taste good? I suggest you give it a try, especially the radish appetizer I made. It was rushed and might not be flavorful enough, but still, it's edible," Fang Anning suggested with a smile.
The man glanced at it and with a swift move of his hand, flipped the tray and all of its contents onto the floor.