110 Playing Playhouse

'You know what's waiting for you out there. He's big and bad and probably fuming in anger right now.'

Lu Xinyi sighed to herself, letting her mind chastised her for being so careless. Staying at the Shen Mansion wasn't as comfortable as their home. She wished they could go back home and have their daily routine.

The car crept up the long gravel driveway past the main gate. Lu Xinyi contemplated if she should go slower, but the thought of her husband waiting and watching them arrived somewhere changed her mind.

Once she parked the car at the garage, she knew there was no escaping this time. They stepped out from the car and one of the maids came to help them with their shopping bags.

"I know what to do, Xinxin. Let's run away together. You know, me and you. My husband left me for another business trip and I bet Shen Yi is up there waiting with his pitchfork."

Lu Xinyi cast a wary glance on Xiao Lan's direction before plastering a smile on her face.