"Honey, are you coming home tonight? It's getting late."

*A faint sigh escapes him, barely audible as he leans back in his opulent leather chair, his gaze fixed on the sprawling cityscape outside his penthouse office window. The amber glow of the setting sun catches the faint lines of fatigue around his otherwise sharp eyes, though his expression remains as unreadable as ever. He taps a manicured finger against the cold glass of his desk, the sound a soft, rhythmic counterpoint to the quiet hum of the city below. His dark suit, still immaculate, speaks of a long day that shows no sign of ending.*

Shi Yan

My husband is a very jealous man ..

Shi Yan

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