Yan Mei put the glass down on the coffee table in front of them as she heaved a sigh, a blank expression still on her face as Lei Zhao watched her with worried eyes.

”Wifey…” Lei Zhao’s voice when he called her was full of love when he said it. “Are you feeling okay?”

”Yes,” she flatly answered, “I’m fine.”

Lei Zhao just stared at his wife, not convinced that she’s doing okay. He slightly sighed as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, squeezing her shoulder at the same time with his fingers that held her.

”Are you sure? I am honestly worried about you suddenly crying in my arms,” he said, Yan Mei, biting her bottom lip a bit as Lei Zhao could see right through her, knowing her too well.

Yan Mei’s eyes reflected Lei Zhao’s worried expression. Lei Zhao then tucked some of her hair behind her ear as he gave her a small smile.

”You crying all of a sudden is not something we should ignore, Yan Mei.”

Every time Lei Zhao called her by her name and not with his endearment “Wifey,” Yan Mei could sense that her husband is serious and worried about her.

”The text is bothersome, and with your thinking that it might be him, it might trigger something on your mental health,” he added, Lei Zhao, making sense as Yan Mei nodded once, not knowing what to say.

Yan Mei felt her heart warming. She only told Lei Zhao about her memory in the past of being kidnapped. Yan Mei did not say in detail what had happened specifically, but with Lei Zhao not asking much yet, he showed this much concern.

It made her happy that Lei Zhao does respect her and waits for her patiently to share whatever she wanted to share.

”Wifey…” Calling out to her broke her out of her stupor. “I think we need to visit your therapist, don’t you think?”

She suddenly felt nervous. Her heart was thumping hard like a crazed bunny as she felt quite unsure of going to the therapist, but with her seeing her worried husband’s face, she knew that she would have to listen to him so he would ease his woes.

”Okay,” she flatly agreed, and even though Lei Zhao sensed ambiguity, he just took it as a signal for them to go.

With Yan Mei still in a daze, he was the one who rang Su Bei back in her office again to tell her that they would be out for a while so they could go to their therapist for Yan Mei’s session.

***

The drive going to Yan Mei’s therapist was quiet. She blankly stared outside her window as Lei Zhao stole glances of his wife from the corner of his eye as he drove.

His grip on the steering wheel tightened as he remembered his wife’s pained expression a while ago, especially when he heard her voice saying that it was that man again.

Yan Mei’s body trembled in his embrace. Her voice was shaky as she spoke and sobbed against his chest, his heart tightening as he started feeling a pang of pain in his chest seeing her that way.

It was clear that Yan Mei’s bothered. Knowing that his wife is a strong, independent woman, he knew that she was trying her best to keep her powerful facadé up even though she showed vulnerability in front of her husband.

Before they knew it, they had already arrived in front of the building where her therapist’s office is situated. Lei Zhao parked the vehicle then went out of his seat to open Yan Mei’s door.

The moment his wife was out of the car, Lei Zhao held her hand, his fingers interlocked with hers as he kissed the back of her palm, comforting her as he felt that his wife needed it most now that she feels uneasy.

”I’m here, okay? Remember that.”

Yan Mei nodded as the two of them now entered the building. Once the two had reached the lobby, the receptionist welcomely smiled at them as she gave them a small bow to acknowledge their presence.

”Mr. and Mrs. Lei, we’ve been expecting you. She is already waiting inside. If Mrs. Lei is ready, I will escort her in the room while you stay here, Mr. Zhao,” she said, Yan Mei immediately nodding as she released Lei Zhao’s hand.

”I’ll go.”

With Yan Mei suddenly deciding after being quiet for a while, Lei Zhao furrowed his brows as he felt worried, stopping her in her tracks as he felt concerned for her.

”You could take a breather for a few minutes before you enter,” Lei Zhao said sincerely, Yan Mei giving him a small smile as she gently pushed his hand away to let her go.

”We’re here so I could have peace of mind, right?” she said, not wanting to worry Lei Zhao any longer. “I’ll be fine. I will talk to my therapist, and it will be okay. Wait for me, hmm?”

Lei Zhao was hesitant a bit, but he nodded after heaving a small smile, allowing Yan Mei to go to her therapist for her session.

”Okay. My Wifey is strong,” he encouraged, making Yan Mei smile at him. “I’ll wait for you, alright? If you feel like you need someone inside with you, just come out for a while and call me. Okay?”

Yan Mei nodded as she tiptoed a bit to give her husband a quick kiss on the cheek. A smile curled on Lei Zhao’s lips as he watched the retreating figure of his wife, already entering the office of her therapist.

The moment the door closed, slowly, the smile on his face started to disappear. Even though he knew that they were here to seek help for Yan Mei’s mental health, Lei Zhao couldn’t help but be worried for her.

With the mysterious text that she received, and with the suspicious video that he watched, how could Lei Zhao sit still and be calm?