Aunt Song saw that Chen Wei’er was stunned and asked, “Why aren’t you fighting?”

Chen Wei’er put away her phone. “You call him. I’ll sort out the clothes!”

Aunt Song didn’t suspect anything. She was just thinking about how to sort out all these clothes. However, she didn’t stay idle. She quickly went downstairs to call He Xun.

“Three points? No, I can only have two…”

“President He…”

‘Ring, ring, ring!’

A ringtone interrupted the project manager’s report. He Xun glanced at his phone, and when he saw that the caller was from Dongting Lake Villa, he broke out in a cold sweat subconsciously!

The last time he answered this call, Chen Wei’er had disappeared. Could it be that this time, Chen Wei’er…

He Xun’s hand trembled slightly. He didn’t dare to take it, nor did he want to, but he still took a deep breath and walked out with the phone.

However, the people in the meeting room saw He Xun rushing out of the door. Moreover, President He’s phone was always on silent mode during the meeting. This time, not only did it ring, but he shortly picked it up. What could have happened to make the workaholic lose his composure?

Everyone in the meeting room looked at He Xun’s special assistant, Yang Zui.

Yang Zui adjusted his glasses without a change in his expression. ‘Don’t look at me. I don’t know either!’

He Xun stood on the rooftop with his phone in his hand. He suddenly fell silent for a long time before answering the call. “What’s wrong?”

“Sir, Madam…”

When Aunt Song’s words came from the other end of the phone, He Xun felt as if someone was gripping his heart, and he couldn’t breathe. Aunt Song was rambling on and on, but he didn’t seem to hear a thing. Did something happen to Chen Wei’er again? Did she go to Nie Suijing again? Yesterday, she had promised him that she would live a good life. In just one day, she…

After Aunt Song finished speaking, she didn’t hear a reply for a long time. She asked in confusion, “Master? Did you hear that? Do you have a way to contact me?”

When He Xun spoke again, his voice was very hoarse. “Where did she go?”

Aunt Song felt that she was advancing in years. Otherwise, why would she start to not understand? “Madam is upstairs. She wants to donate her clothes and asked me to ask if you know any institutions to donate things.”

His wife was upstairs. This sentence immediately made He Xun’s breathing smooth, like a drowning person who had just found oxygen again. “What is she doing?”

Aunt Song replied, “Madam is sorting the clothes.”

He Xun heaved a long sigh of relief. “I understand. I’ll send someone over.”

After hanging up the phone, He Xun returned to the meeting room. He glanced at Yang Zui. “Find a few people to go to my house and help my wife donate supplies.” After that, he continued with the meeting.

Upon hearing this, Yang Zui quickly left the meeting room.

Dongting Lake Villa…

Aunt Song pulled out Chen Wei’er, who was buried in the pile of clothes. “Madam, Sir said he’ll get someone to handle it. Don’t worry.”

Chen Wei’er naturally didn’t refuse because she had overestimated herself. There were too many clothes here. She wanted to take this opportunity to familiarize herself with the place. After all, it had been too long, and she had already forgotten some of them.

Her room was the master bedroom, and next to it was He Xun’s room. Ever since she had rejected He Xun on the night of their wedding, he had moved into the guest room and had never stepped into the master bedroom again.

Chen Wei’er hadn’t entered his room either, but now she was a little eager to try. After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, she finally stepped in. She truly wanted to live a good life, so she naturally had to understand him!

The moment she pushed open the door, Chen Wei’er’s heart was particularly excited, but she felt a little guilty, like a thief. The layout of the two rooms was similar, but the other was relatively smaller.

He Xun’s room was the same as hers, filled with domineering style, simple and black.

There was a bookshelf by the wall. Chen Wei’er didn’t touch it for fear of being discovered. However, she felt that something was wrong. There was no desk near the bookshelf? Then, he’s reading on the bed? She felt that this wasn’t something a boss would do. The servants at home cleaned the room every day, so why was there dust on the bookshelves? And the other rooms were as clean as new? This meant that the servants didn’t truly clean the bookshelf.

The more Chen Wei’er thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. After careful observation, she found that there was dust on the books, so He Xun had not read these books at all. Since he didn’t read them, why did he put them here? As for the decorations, he didn’t let anyone clean them? For a moment, Chen Wei’er’s mind was filled with various possibilities. Could there be some kind of mechanism in this bookshelf?