Secretary Song Departs, President Shen Restless

At work, she was his private secretary, meticulously managing his daily life and silently serving as the backup support for his comatose lover. She was the model of compliance—obedient to a fault, following every instruction without question. If he directed her east, she would never even consider heading west, and she endured constant belittlement from the household staff.

In their private world, she existed as his voiceless wife, his unspoken remedy for sleeplessness. Rumors circulated about his extreme germaphobia. People knew the story of the last person who dared to kiss him—swiftly thrown into a river. Yet, behind closed doors, he would slam her against the wall.

*Give me a child, and I’ll set you free!*

His response was a cold, cutting rejection: “You don’t deserve it.”