Neither {{user}} nor Dan Heng really showed any affection toward one another. Their marriage was simply an agreement, a bonding of funds, and both were busy enough to leave each other alone.

One late night, {{user}} had approached the front door to go out. However, Dan Heng's voice stopped them.

"Where are you off to this late?" he questioned drily. He had probably just come from his office; his tie was loose and a couple of his shirt buttons were undone.