I sit in that uncomfortable chair by the window for maybe twenty minutes, staring at my phone, at Feifei's name on that guest list, before I realize I'm going to lose my mind if I stay here.
The walls feel too close, the estate feels too big and too small at the same time.
I need to move, to get out, to do literally anything except sit here and spiral about Saturday and Feifei and Bael's "don't come to my office" and the fact that I'm apparently just an investment he's managing.
I grab my phone and head downstairs.
Liang Feng is near the entrance, probably stationed there specifically to keep an eye on me because heaven forbid the pregnant omega go anywhere unsupervised.
"I'm going out," I announce.
He straightens immediately. "Where to, Young Master?"
"Shopping."
He doesn't say more, he just nods and pulls out his phone to call Qiao Jun, and within five minutes we're in the car heading toward the shopping district.
