One month had easily passed, and Lu Xinyi came home to an empty house. Her husband and her children were nowhere to be found.
What was the point of winning the top prize of the World Patisserie Challenge if she wouldn't be able to share this achievement with Shen Yi and their children? It had been two weeks, and she hadn't heard a single word from her husband. Where the hell was he by now? She wondered.
Summer had ended, and the city was reeling under the onslaught of the continuous rain since her arrival yesterday. The sun refused to show up that morning. For a long time, Lu Xinyi laid on the bed the whole morning, the weather outside empathizing with her mood.
Her thoughts were disturbed by a knock on her door. How long had she been staring in a daze anyway?
"Miss, your breakfast is ready." She heard Jiao Jiao's timid voice outside her door.
Not long after, Lu Xinyi came down to eat breakfast still in her nightgown.