Quick Wear: Child Bearing System

When Harriet left his office, Shen Wenyu stayed still for a moment. The faint click of the door closing echoed in the quiet room, followed by the soft trace of her scent that lingered in the air clean, faintly floral. He stared at the glass she had set down, noticing how her touch had left a smudge near the rim. It shouldn’t have mattered, but somehow it did.

He turned his gaze away and exhaled slowly. Work was spread across his desk papers and ledgers but his mind refused to settle. His attention kept slipping back to her. It wasn’t the first time that day. Since morning, he has seen her more often than he expected. Each time he left his study or crossed the hall, Harriet was there. Sometimes arranging flowers, sometimes reading, sometimes simply sitting by the window as if lost in thought.

He didn’t know if it was deliberate or coincidence.

At first, he dismissed it as chance. The house was large but not endless, and people crossed paths. But the more it happened, the harder it became to believe. Her timing was too perfect always appearing when he least expected, she never speak and  ask anything. Just existing quietly within his line of sight.

There was something restrained in her presence it was soft  yet deliberate. She looked fragile, but he had lived long enough to know that fragility could be the most deceptive kind of strength.

Shen Wenyu leaned back in his chair. His fingers tapped the armrest lightly as he thought. He had seen many people wear masks before people pretending to care, to love, to pity. He had learned to recognize every tone of false kindness. Harriet’s behavior didn’t fit neatly into any of them. She wasn’t pretending to be gentle, nor was she forcing familiarity. She simply moved through his space as though she belonged there.

He didn’t like it. Or maybe he didn’t know how to react to it.

He had built walls around himself for years walls made of silence and control. People found them cold but they kept him safe. Dependence made people weak. Emotion made people reckless. He had no room for either.

Yet unknown to him, since Harriet’s arrival, those walls had begun to feel less steady.

She didn’t push or pry on something and she didn’t offer pity, which he despised most. She only smiled faintly when their eyes met and spoke in that soft, calm voice that neither demanded nor submitted. She treated him as though he was simply a normal thing to do.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to quiet the noise in his thoughts. But every image that rose was of her sitting by the window, her standing by the hallway light, her quiet steps fading behind him.

He wasn't sure if it was deliberate or she was doing it on purpose, appearing wherever he went?  He didn’t know. And that uncertainty bothered him.

His eyes opened again, settling on the door she had left through. He could almost picture her on the other side, probably walking down the corridor with that same graceful composure.

He hated that he noticed.

He ran a hand through his hair, frustration tightening his jaw. He wasn’t supposed to notice small things like that, the sway of her hair, the quiet patience in her eyes, the faint smile that appeared when she thought no one was watching.

Maybe it was because of how empty his days more had become after being paralyze. Or maybe because her presence had broken the stillness he’d grown too comfortable with that's unknown to him.

He's hand grip unconsciously, seeing his paralyze legs the feeling of dullness his face turned gloomy. Even though he became like this he never regret and his only mistake is his carelessness in that situation. He know that his marriage is only base on partnership, he and Meixue have some boundaries but she keep making move that's over the line and he act indifferent to it, not until he meet Bailian.