Seeing Zhuang Xueqi return to her room, Ning Yuan appeared indifferent on the surface, but his back was secretly tense.
Over the years since their marriage, the two had clearly delineated their separate lives.
And the master bedroom was Zhuang Xueqi's private territory—every time he entered, he was kicked out and cursed at by Zhuang Xueqi.
From the moment Zhuang Xueqi entered, he had braced himself for being scolded to "get out."
Unexpectedly, Zhuang Xueqi said nothing and went straight into the walk-in closet.
What was she thinking?
Could it be that she wanted him to stay overnight, to show goodwill?
Hmph, wishful thinking on her part—he wasn't seeking a divorce solely because of their two children.
"Zhuang Xueqi, don't think..."
Approaching the closet door, he saw Zhuang Xueqi packing her luggage and the words on Ning Yuan's lips halted, "What are you doing?"
Seeing that Zhuang Xueqi ignored him, he rushed in and kicked the suitcase open.