Volume 1, Chapter 5: My Lady Cares Too Much for You

When Rong Shaoqin received the message from Sang Haining, he was still at the office.

He felt that his behavior last night had been somewhat unusual.

Sang Haining hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he inexplicably lost his temper with her.

To be fair, his wife was very conscientious and responsible; it was he who had been unreasonable.

But even understanding this, Rong Shaoqin still felt restless.

He locked his phone without replying.

The secretary came in with some documents and noticed that Rong Shaoqin had skipped dinner, focusing solely on work. She gently advised him to take a break.

Rong Shaoqin ignored her.

Only when the secretary said, “Last night, your wife called me,” did he slightly lift his eyelids, his indifferent gaze unperturbed. “Why did she call you?”

“The lady knew you were in a bad mood, so she asked me what had upset you,” the secretary replied truthfully. “She even cried while asking.”

Rong Shaoqin’s fingers tightened slightly around his pen.

“Mr. Rong, I’m not sure if I should say this,” the secretary said cautiously.

“Go ahead.”

“I know you don’t like your wife, but she truly puts her heart into everything for you,” the secretary said. “If you want to live well with her, the two of you need to communicate more.”

Rong Shaoqin had once considered divorce, but that thought had faded.

After more than a year together, although he didn’t like Sang Haining, he was quite satisfied with her.

She was gentle and attentive, managing the household well.

At least for now, he had no plans to replace his wife.

As for the future, if he grew tired one day, he could reconsider the marriage then.

Thinking this over, he realized accusing her of insincerity had been excessive.

After a moment of reflection, Rong Shaoqin stood up and said, “Prepare the car. Let’s go home.”

The secretary acknowledged.

At that moment, Sang Haining had refused the servant’s offer to prepare dinner.

She had eaten too many sweets at noon, leaving her with little appetite, so she sipped some clear tea at the dining table.

Recalling Rong Shaoqin’s unpredictable mood last night, Sang Haining felt worried.

Rong Shaoqin hadn’t even come home, which showed just how angry she had made him.

However, what troubled Sang Haining wasn’t how to placate Rong Shaoqin.

She worried that if this conflict remained unresolved and he insisted on divorce, would the money she had saved be enough to cover her grandmother’s medical bills?

And there was the company.

The business was still unstable and couldn’t afford any upheaval. What if it suffered losses?

Sighing, Sang Haining grew more anxious the more she thought about it. Unconsciously, she leaned on the dining table and fell into a deep sleep from exhaustion.

The servant took a blanket and draped it over her.

When Rong Shaoqin pushed open the door, he saw Sang Haining alone, asleep at the table.

The servant took his coat and hung it on the nearby rack. “Last night, sir, you and madam quarreled. She didn’t even eat dinner. After working all day, even a strong person can’t hold out.”

“She didn’t eat?” Rong Shaoqin’s brows knit slightly.

“Yes. Madam cares about you so much. When you’re upset, she feels it too,” the servant said with sympathy. “Look, she’s still sleeping at the table, waiting for you to come home.”

Rong Shaoqin’s heart stirred.

He gazed at Sang Haining’s serene, delicate face. A faint ripple passed through his dark eyes, gradually soothing the irritation within.

At that moment, Sang Haining heard the movement and slowly woke.

Her eyes were a little red, her almond-shaped pupils glistening with moisture; her slightly parted lips shimmered with a touch of innocence.

Rong Shaoqin’s gaze darkened.

Sang Haining rubbed her eyes. “You’re back. Have you eaten?”

“Not yet,” he replied coolly.

“I’ll make shrimp dumplings for you. Wait a moment.”

She rose and hurried toward the kitchen.

Shrimp dumplings were one of the few foods Rong Shaoqin liked.

Sang Haining sent the servant out to buy fresh live shrimp.

Because Rong Shaoqin had a discerning and picky palate—if the ingredients weren’t fresh, he would notice immediately.

Meanwhile, Sang Haining began kneading dough in the kitchen.

She wore an apron tied around her slender waist, the gentle curve barely grasped by a hand.

Her busy silhouette brought a touch of everyday warmth to the empty house.

In a family like the Rongs, cooking was never something the wife needed to do personally.

Yet Sang Haining always took it upon herself.

She remembered all of Rong Shaoqin’s preferences.

Rong Shaoqin lit a cigarette; the red glow flickered between his long fingers.

His dark pupils reflected the slender figure of Sang Haining’s back.

When the cigarette burned out, he stubbed it out and suddenly said, “If I’m not home before dinner, don’t wait up for me. If you’re tired, go upstairs and sleep.”

Sang Haining turned, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes.

Rong Shaoqin turned his head away indifferently, saying no more.

She looked back at the dough, scratching the tip of her nose.

She must have accidentally fallen asleep earlier—not deliberately waiting for him.

After some thought, she chose not to explain.

An hour later, the delicate shrimp dumplings were ready.

After Rong Shaoqin finished eating, Sang Haining said, “The hot water’s ready. Go take a shower to relax.”

He gave a grunt of acknowledgment and walked over to her.

He handed Sang Haining a small box, expressionless. “Someone sent this. Keep it.”

“For me?” She took it and opened it.

Her eyes immediately lit up.

A large pink diamond.

Conservatively estimated, if sold, it would fetch around eight hundred thousand.

After the joy, Sang Haining calmed herself.

She pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and embraced Rong Shaoqin’s strong, narrow waist, softly saying, “Thank you.”

Feeling the sudden warmth pressing against him, Rong Shaoqin’s body stiffened.