Chapter 46: CEO, Your Wife Ran Off with Someone

Wen Xuxu was so furious at her son’s antics she could’ve choked.

But in the end, that night, she actually went out—just as her friend had promised. The excuse? He claimed he had a few books on the subject right there at his place.

And so she went.

She just couldn’t bear not having her other son back.

—Shallow Bay didn’t see Wen Xuxu show up that night.

Lin Ziyang had no idea what was going on upstairs with the little master, but downstairs, in the living room, he could feel the man sitting there like a storm gathering—his aura so chilling it made the air itself seem to freeze.

“How’s it going? Still haven’t found her?”

“No, sir. We’ve been to her aunt’s twice already. No sign of her. We’ve been waiting there for hours, and she never came out. Lin Assistant… is it possible she didn’t go home?”

The bodyguard stood before Lin Ziyang, exhausted and defeated after a full night of fruitless searching.

It was possible. Rumor had it they’d argued fiercely that afternoon—Wen Xuxu so enraged she’d even knocked down Chen Mama.

Damn.

Lin Ziyang rubbed his temples, headache pounding behind his eyes.

As the clock ticked past midnight, the man inside—the one who hadn’t shown the slightest sign of sleep—was growing more alert by the minute. His eyes were wide open, sharp as daggers, burning with something dangerously close to murder.

Lin Ziyang finally decided he had to go look himself.

Just then, his phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Lin Assistant! I finally found Ms. Wen! She came out of the old district—drove away in a BMW X5, headed straight for Cloud Peak One.”

“What? Cloud Peak One?”

Lin Ziyang nearly dropped the phone. Was he hearing this right?

Cloud Peak One?

You mean *that* Cloud Peak One—the tech giant across from the Huo Group? The one that’s risen like wildfire over the past few years, now serious enough for Huo Group to take notice?

What the hell was she doing there?

Did she lose her mind? Why would she go there?

“You sure you’re not mistaken? What would she possibly want at a competitor’s company?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” the guard said, “but someone saw her. They even took a photo.”

He paused, then sent a picture straight to Lin Ziyang’s phone.

Lin Ziyang hung up, stared at the image—and froze.

No mistake. It was definitely taken outside Cloud Peak One. And there she was: the woman they’d spent all night hunting for, being led into the building by a young man in wire-rimmed glasses, carrying a briefcase.

She was insane.

How dare she—during the very time she was supposed to be treating the CEO—go off with some guy to a rival company? Did she want to die?

Lin Ziyang zoomed in on the photo.

And then, when he saw the man’s face clearly…

A cold gust shot up his spine.

Holy hell. This was worse than bad.

“Lin Ziyang. What are you doing? Found that dead woman yet?”

At that moment, the man in the living room—Huo Siju—had finally lost patience. With no movement outside, his eyes snapped open again, blood-red and blazing.

Lin Ziyang flinched.

There was no way out. He swallowed hard and stepped forward, trembling.

“Sir… we found her. But… she’s not here. She went somewhere else.”

“Elsewhere?”

The man’s voice cracked like ice under pressure. His expression darkened further. “Who gave her permission? Doesn’t she know this is the time I need my acupuncture? How dare she go anywhere else?”

This man really was used to absolute control.

Wen Xuxu had only come once—voluntarily, out of kindness—to treat him. But in his mind, she was now his personal doctor. Her job was to heal him. Nothing else.

Lin Ziyang couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Sir,” he blurted out, voice shaking, “Ms. Wen isn’t obligated to treat you. She came here because she could see the little master. But now that Miss Gu is back, it’s perfectly natural she wouldn’t return!”

“What did you say?”

The words hung in the air like a blade.

The room turned colder. The silence thickened. Lin Ziyang felt his soul tremble.

He didn’t speak another word.

Instead, he handed over his phone—shaking, hands slick with sweat—letting the boss see for himself.

Then he dropped to his knees, clutching his head, retreating as far as he could.

The atmosphere in the room was unbearable. Like the world had stopped spinning. You could hear your own breath, each inhale echoing too loudly in the stillness. Time seemed frozen. One second passed. Then another. The night itself felt suspended—waiting, watching, holding its breath.