Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I bought two smart security cameras that allow for real-time monitoring, with the footage uploaded directly to the cloud.

I installed one right outside our bedroom door.

The other, I hid in the living room.

From what I saw on the surveillance, Shen Yumei didn’t seem to be doing anything out of the ordinary.

She woke up at five every morning to go grocery shopping and prepare breakfast.

By around six-fifty, a lavish spread was already on the table.

After Li Muzhou and I left for work, she would start the housework, finishing just around noon.

She didn’t eat lunch.

Starting from midday, she would sit cross-legged on a floor mat, clutching her phone and typing away incessantly. She was likely writing her webnovel.

She would write until five in the afternoon before getting up to start dinner.

On afternoons when she wasn’t writing, she would drape a bedsheet over herself and sing Huangmei opera.

I couldn’t tell if her movements were still graceful or if she had grown “rusty.”

But in those moments, Shen Yumei’s face held a different kind of brilliance.

When she was alone with Li Muzhou, she would sometimes pat his shoulder, adjust his tie, or lean in close to whisper. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but they always seemed very happy…

These actions could be seen as intimate, certainly.

But if they occurred between a normal mother and son, they wouldn’t be considered excessive.

I even began to wonder if I was truly being oversensitive-the kind of person who sees a short sleeve and immediately imagines a bare arm.

However, whenever I was home, Shen Yumei’s demeanor changed.

She would intentionally say affectionate things or take his hand to trim his fingernails.

And the look in her eyes when she glanced at me always carried a faint, lingering trace of provocation.