Chapter 141: That Sort of Thing Would Never Happen to Him

As the other man finished speaking, a look of disdain flickered across Shen Hanzhi’s handsome face.

"What belongs to you cannot be snatched away by anyone."

In his view, nothing that belonged to him could ever be taken, so there was no need for concern.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man smiled and said with a helpless sigh, "Of course, I used to think the same way. Before we married, my wife was completely submissive to me, and I felt she would never leave my side. Yet, in the end, I had to snatch her back during her wedding to someone else. She was nearly someone else’s wife." As he spoke, the man sighed with lingering fear, his face tinged with a sense of relief. "A woman only truly belongs to you once you have married her and brought her home; otherwise, who knows when she might just walk away?"

If he hadn't resorted to threatening his own life back then to soften her heart, he would surely have regretted it for the rest of his days.

Listening to the man, Shen Hanzhi knitted his brows slightly. His gaze drifted instinctively toward the floor below, his eyes darkening with a complex emotion.

Just then, the middle-aged man’s reflective voice continued, "If you have someone in your heart, Mr. Shen, you should act quickly. Settling down like I did isn't such a bad thing after all. Don't be like me back then, almost losing her for good." He offered the advice with genuine good intentions.

Shen Hanzhi withdrew his gaze, swept a cold glance over the man before him, and replied icily, "That sort of thing will never happen to me." A trace of contempt lingered on his handsome face. He had never worried about losing anything. Perhaps it was because there was simply nothing in this world that he truly desired.

Upon hearing his response, the middle-aged man smiled. He cast a look downstairs at the young girl playing cards with his child and said meaningfully, "I’m not so sure about that."

Shen Hanzhi frowned, looking at the other man with displeasure.

The middle-aged man, with a smile still on his face, quickly apologized. "My apologies, I’ve spoken too much today, straying into matters unrelated to work. But Mr. Shen, we’ve known each other for so many years, and this is the first time we’ve chatted like this. I’m quite pleased; it feels as though I’ve met a different side of you than before." A look of gratification crossed his face.

For all the years he had known this man, today was the first time he felt any sense of proximity to him. In the past, he had always perceived him as a cold, efficient machine—remarkably capable, clear-headed, and composed—but seemingly devoid of human emotion, distant and untouchable. Consequently, despite their years of cooperation, they had never had any personal connection.

Only today did he glimpse a flicker of genuine human emotion in him.

Hearing this, Shen Hanzhi’s expression sank, and his brows furrowed in annoyance. "You’ve digressed."

"Apologies, apologies. Let’s get back to business," the middle-aged man said with an awkward laugh.

...

Downstairs.

"I won again!" Lin Nuanxi delightedly placed her final card on the table, her beautiful, clear face beaming with joy. She felt no shame in having won against a child.

Sitting across from her, the little boy put down the last card in his hand with a look of disappointment. He had lost again.