Those Belong to Your Husband

Feng Xinying closed her eyes and brought her fingers to pinch the middle of her eyebrows. Her head was throbbing. How could things go so wrong? She asked the head of the security to switch off the TV. Lu Boyun was standing right there. "Young Miss, do you want to eat something? You haven't had anything since lunch."

Feng Xinying shook her head. "Can I have some water?"

"Sure," replied Lu Boyun as he reached for the water in the glass jug that had sliced oranges in it. He gave her a glass and waited for next instructions.

She wanted to write down what all situations she was facing and how would she combat that. "Give me a pen and a paper, Lu Boyun."