Wen Jie hesitated for a moment before saying, "I have a meeting tonight."
"Understood," she said, sounding gracious but with a hint of her former timidity. "That is... I've made dinner and left it on the table. You have to come home tonight."
"..." For a split second, Wen Jie almost thought he was hallucinating.
'This woman never dared to make a request like this before. What's gotten into her today?'
But hearing her obvious, cautious attempt, he rubbed the bridge of his nose. He inwardly scoffed at himself for being paranoid, grunted a casual "uh-huh" into the phone, and then hung up.
'...This woman is poison.'
'It was the same voice, the same tone, yet for some reason, it made his heart soften.'
'Maybe it was because she'd caused such emotional ups and downs for him over the past month. He'd started paying more attention to her without even realizing it.'
He lowered his gaze to his phone screen, which read, "Call Ended." A strange feeling suddenly washed over him.
