When Shen Jing woke up, she was in bed. She looked around; the room was completely empty.
Zhou Luchen wasn't home. The housekeeper had already made her breakfast and left.
Naked, Shen Jing went to the walk-in closet. The vast space was filled with rows of Zhou Luchen's expensive suits and shirts; there really weren't any of her clothes there. Finally, she spotted a pink gift box on the dressing table.
It was extremely large. Rummaging through it, she found a few nightgowns and two or three outfits.
By noon, Chen Yao's cat, locked in a pet carrier, was delivered. There was also a white Ragdoll.
One look and Shen Jing knew: Chen Yao couldn't bear to part with his own cat, so he'd picked another one from a pet store for her.
The cat was small, gentle, and clingy, showing no aggression—perfect for someone like her, who was afraid of cats.
Timid, weak, and wary of strangers, it refused to come out.
She was afraid of it, and it was afraid of her.
