My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 156, 6 documents

"Don't worry, I won't get angry about him anymore."

It's not just because of Song Yafei's current transformation, but also because I feel some sympathy for him as a fellow patient.

Even past grudges seem insignificant in the face of life and death.

But I still had a strange feeling in my heart, and I always felt that this matter was not so simple.

But I don't want this little bit of speculation to cause trouble between Song Yafei and me again.

When we got to the bedroom upstairs, I put down my luggage and Song Yafei came up to me and hugged me.

"You're still the best. I've missed you so much these past few days. Have you missed me?"

Her tenderness quickly dispelled the gloom in my heart. I gently stroked her long hair, an irrepressible smile playing on my lips.

After we'd had enough of being affectionate, I patted her on the back. "Alright, we still have to clean up."

Song Yafei reluctantly let go of me.

I brought back many sketches, and I took them to the study.

While she was tidying up, Song Yafei pushed open the door, her face full of helplessness. "It's Assistant Luo on the phone. Something's come up at the company, I have to go."

She used to be like that too, always incredibly busy, which I can understand.

I nodded. "Be careful on the road."

Song Yafei came over and kissed me before reluctantly going downstairs and leaving.

But she didn't return all night after leaving.

I received her message when I was going to sleep, telling me not to wait for her anymore and to rest first.

When I woke up the next morning, the other side of the bed was cold and icy.

It looks like she didn't come home all night again.

This kind of thing happens often, and I've gotten used to it.

After getting up and tidying up briefly, I went to the study, and after tidying up, I took some things and went to my previous residence.

After all, most of my things are still here and I didn't bring them over, and it's just me and Liu Liu here.

Back at home, in my own little world, I can roam more freely.

After organizing the manuscripts, I took some local specialties I brought back from Fengshi and went to the studio.

Professor Xie's global exhibition is going very well, and these manuscripts may come in handy, adding a touch of color to his exhibition later.

I took a taxi to the studio and showed the work to Jiang Yi and Professor Xie.

Professor Xie nodded after looking at it, "The painting represents the artist's state of mind. It seems you've been in a good mood lately."

I didn't say anything, but the smile on my face gave me the answer.

Professor Xie was unusually pleased to see me like this.

“Your paintings used to convey a sense of melancholy, as if you had lost faith in life. I’m relieved that you’ve rediscovered your passion for design and life.”

Jiang Yixue also expressed his strong agreement.

I am very content to have met such close friends as Professor Xie and Senior Jiang Yi in the last few years of my life.

After leaving the studio, I went to a small workshop, a place I used to frequent.

When I came out, I brought the jade with me. I had promised to make a set of jewelry for Song Yafei, so I went to check it out beforehand and make some preparations.

In the following days, after Song Yafei went to work, I came to this small workshop and made it myself using that piece of jade, following the previous blueprints.

Having done it before, and with a teacher providing guidance, even though it wasn't perfect, it was still quite exquisite.

That day, I brought back a pendant and a ring that I had finished, but I hadn't finished the earrings and headdress yet.

But I can't wait to show it to her.

I had just returned to the villa and closed the door when someone rang the doorbell. Aunt Lin came out to open the door, but I stopped her.

"Aunt Lin, I'll open the door."

"Okay, sir."

I opened the villa door, and a strange face appeared before me.

He wasn't dressed like a deliveryman, but he was carrying a file folder.

And when he saw me, there was a hint of surprise on his face.

"Hello, who are you looking for?"

The other person seemed quite interested in my identity as well. "I'm here to deliver some documents to General Manager Song. May I ask who you are?"

“I am her husband.”

After I introduced myself, his expression immediately became somewhat serious, and he hesitantly handed me the file bag.

"Since you are President Song's husband, please pass this on to President Song so that she can open it herself."

The implication is that I cannot open it.

But I never intended to pry into other people's privacy, even though she was my wife.

After handing me the item, the man left.

After I came in with the file folder, Aunt Lin muttered quietly, "Why are there more?"

I was a little confused. "Has it been delivered many times already?"

Aunt Lin thought for a moment, "Including this time, it should be six times. Each time it's the same envelope. When Madam isn't home, I just put it in her study."

In this day and age, such a transfer method is inherently suspicious.

If it's work-related documents, you can simply hand them over to Assistant Luo and Song Yafei, or send them by courier.

Face-to-face delivery, an old-fashioned method.

Do you know the person who delivered the letter?

Aunt Lin shook her head. "I don't know him, but he's always the one who delivers the things. I always tell Madam, and she doesn't say anything, so I haven't paid much attention to it."

But I always felt something was off.

I didn't say anything more to Aunt Lin and went straight to the study after going upstairs.

I held the envelope up to the light, but I couldn't make out anything.

Finally, I saw the words "Psychological Counseling Room" on one corner of the seal. The words were very small and not easy to notice unless you looked closely.

This reminds me of Song Yafei's consultation with a psychologist at the hospital. Is her condition very serious?

I've never heard her mention it before.

I was very worried about her condition, so I searched the study thoroughly and finally found the six file folders that Aunt Lin had mentioned.

The first few have already been opened, but this one is still sealed.

I'm not usually someone who touches other people's things without permission, but concern makes me careless, and I have to check to feel at ease.

But after reading it, I realized that these psychological analyses weren't for Song Yafei, but for me.

I am the one who will be dissected.

In that instant, I felt like I had been stripped naked and placed on a stage to be slaughtered.

I couldn't accept it for a while.

At this moment, Song Yafei hurriedly pushed open the study door. When she saw me, she was still panting heavily. She saw the documents I had placed on the desk and rushed towards me.

She hurriedly explained, "Zhang Tian, ​​let me explain, it's not what you think."

Seeing her calmed me down considerably, but I was still on the verge of bursting with anger.

"What did you say? That you treated me like a plaything for others to study, as if I were stripped naked and exposed to the public? Did you even consider my feelings?"