As Zhang Qian descended the stairs, Lin Shuyu chased after him from the bedroom.
Lin Shuyu, shedding her earlier coyness, stood on the stairs in a fury and asked, "Am I not as important as your work?"
Zhang Qian looked up at Lin Shuyu; he had no explanation because he knew the truth.
Seeing Zhang Qian's silence, Lin Shuyu came down the stairs, approached him, and said, "Can't you take just one day off? Today is your birthday, just for me..."
But Zhang Qian replied, "Sorry..."
Disappointment was written all over Lin Shuyu's face.
Zhang Qian stepped around her and had taken just a few steps when he heard Lin Shuyu say behind him, "Is it really because of work?"
These words made Zhang Qian pause again.
The sarcasm in Lin Shuyu's tone was unmistakable.
She said, "Zhang Qian, we've been together for so many years, always apart more than together. I've turned a blind eye to your past, but you absolutely cannot leave today. I don't want to force you, but my patience has limits."
