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Gu Shaoting paused for a moment at Charlene’s words but didn’t look back. Without hesitation, he walked away.

Sitting back in his car, Gu Shaoting checked the time and immediately dialed Shu Pan’s number.

No wonder Shu Pan had been distant lately, barely responding to him unless he reached out first. The change was so sudden, and now he understood why.

He had fallen into a trap, which was surprising considering he wasn’t a fool. But this time, he had been caught off guard.

Anyone who tried to manipulate him wouldn’t get away with it.

Gu Shaoting’s expression was stern as the phone rang in his ear.

After a moment, Shu Pan’s voice came through. “Panpan, I need to talk to you,” he said, not waiting for her to speak first.

“What is it?” Shu Pan replied, sounding distracted.

“Panpan, did you receive any photos or videos?” Gu Shaoting asked, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Yes, quite impressive. What, do you want to see them too?” Shu Pan responded, unsure who had informed him but knowing this conversation was inevitable.

“No, Panpan, it’s a misunderstanding. I’m still a bit confused, but I’ll get to the bottom of it. Trust me,” Gu Shaoting reassured her, having already pieced together some of the puzzle.

The only time anything could have happened was the night he had dinner with Qin Zhen and got drunk. Waking up in the hotel with scenes matching the photos—everything clicked into place.

This incident wouldn’t stand up to scrutiny, and he wouldn’t let those responsible get away. It was disappointing to realize he’d let a wolf into his home, thinking he’d made a friend.

“Flies don’t land on a seamless egg. It’s your own actions that gave them a chance,” Shu Pan retorted.

“It’s my fault,” Gu Shaoting admitted sincerely.

“We’ll talk about everything when you get back. I don’t want to hear anymore now.” Perhaps due to her pregnancy, Shu Pan felt particularly tired lately, and after a few words, she wanted to rest.

“Panpan, are you angry?” Gu Shaoting asked, sensing her true feelings.

He genuinely believed in the old saying that couples might argue but would reconcile by nightfall, that there were no overnight grudges between spouses. Were these words of wisdom?

Hmph, she wasn’t buying it this time. Did he think every “sorry” could be met with a “no problem”?

She was angry and didn’t want to engage with him.

“Idiot, do you still think I have feelings for Tong Fei? Do you think I haven’t moved on?” Gu Shaoting suddenly raised his voice.

“Tell me, what exactly is making you so uneasy?” he asked again, this time with utmost patience.

Gu Shaoting’s patience was rare, and it was unusual for him to apologize so humbly.

“Do you think those photos and videos give me a sense of security?” Shu Pan countered.

Gu Shaoting fell into a long silence.

He was at a loss for words, unsure how to respond.

Shu Pan had expected a quick response, knowing he usually had persuasive answers, but this time he remained silent for a long while.

She frowned, her voice catching in her throat. “So…”

“Panpan, I’m sorry. I was careless this time. You might not believe me, but I genuinely don’t know how those photos were taken. I have no memory of it, but I can assure you that I did nothing to betray you. That night, I had dinner with a French friend, drank a little, and woke up in the hotel bed. But I was fully clothed; nothing happened,” Gu Shaoting explained calmly.