Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

When Chen Jiao returned home that evening, Lu Huai'an was unusually absent.

She glanced at him with surprise, then ignored him.

After washing up, I lay in bed looking through the picture books on my phone, feeling like there was still something I could improve.

These works lack distinctive features.

As I was pondering, a head popped up beside me.

She was now quite used to the fact that there was another person in the room, and skillfully ignored it, turning her head to face away from him and continuing her study.

After a while, someone came up behind her, resting their chin on their head and watching the ugly thing on the screen with her.

Chen Jiao did not react.

Lu Huai'an is quite used to holding her now. Occasionally, when he goes on a business trip, he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't hold her while sleeping at night.

After a long day at work, it's okay to occasionally get angry and get kicked in the evening.

You've been neglecting me lately.

A voice came from above, and Chen Jiao replied perfunctorily, "Mm."

He's so busy. If he weren't the big spender, he would have been thrown out long ago. This is what the spirit of contract is.

"Business has been good at the store lately?"

"good."

"I think your carving is quite good."

"Oh."

Chen Jiao zoomed in on the picture in his hand while giving Lu Huai'an a perfunctory answer.

This was too perfunctory. Lu Huai'an felt frustrated, but then he remembered the doctor's words: to be patient and provide more guidance.

Given Chen Jiao's current state, how could he possibly expect to complete his plan and make her fall in love with him?

It had been a month and there was still no effect. He was starting to doubt his own charm. It turned out that it was because Chen Jiao was sick. It wasn't his problem, it was hers.

But he couldn't just take Chen Jiao to see a doctor directly. He had no doubt that if Chen Jiao knew he thought she was sick, she would stab him without hesitation.

Although it wasn't just his opinion, it was a fact that she was sick.

Tell Chen Xing? What's the use? Chen Xing might just betray him, and then Chen Jiao will still come and kill him.

Some things are destined to be silently digested by oneself.

As long as he follows the doctor's orders and takes good care of her, when she recovers and learns the truth, she will surely love him wholeheartedly.

Lu Huai'an was making plans when Chen Jiao suddenly turned over, startling him.

Before he could get up, Chen Jiao pressed him down.

"Lie down and let me observe you."

Without waiting for his agreement, she lifted her pajamas.

Lu Huai'an instinctively reached out to block, but was stopped by Chen Jiao.

"What are you afraid of? You have a great figure, it's not like you're something to be ashamed of."

"Is this something that can't be discussed in public?" Lu Huai'an asked coldly.

"Is it right for you to just rip someone's clothes off like that?"

Chen Jiao frowned and looked at him strangely, "Is it right for you to casually keep other people as mistresses?"

It's ridiculous. We lie in the same bed every day, and now you're talking to me like this.

Lu Huai'an gave a cold look. How could that be the same? He paid for it, but what about her? She just insisted on looking and trying to take advantage of him?

Chen Jiao ignored him, glared at him fiercely, looked at the human specimen in the photo while searching his body, and muttered to herself.

"Heart...ribs...."

She pointed with her fingertip to determine the position, saying that it would be difficult for her to carve this out slowly.

Lu Huai'an's body trembled slightly. Chen Jiao frowned and said, "Don't move."

"Don't move, don't move," came the easy way of saying it, followed by a moment's hesitation and an explanation.

"I'm ticklish."

"Oh." Chen Jiao said coldly, pulling off his clothes, lying down, turning over, and continuing to look at her phone screen.

Lu Huai'an silently turned around, his back to her, and lay far away.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Of course, only one person found it strange.

Chen Jiao was thinking carefully about how she could carve this thing. It was too complicated; she might as well just carve a real one.

But no, she is now a great artist and a respectable person.

After a long silence, Lu Huai'an calmed down and belatedly asked, "Are you angry?"

Just because he wouldn't let her see it? He never said he wouldn't let her see it, so didn't she just suddenly stop looking on her own?

"Chen Jiao?"

Chen Jiao was engrossed in his work and didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Lu Huai'an stood up and leaned forward after a while, glancing at her screen.

All they research are random, nonsensical things—either ugly, grimacing creatures or densely packed diagrams of organs.

I understand, she's sick, and quite seriously so.

Although it was difficult, she was a patient, so we had to go along with it.

"Do you want to keep looking? I'm not moving this time."

"I'm not looking anymore." It's so annoying. What's the point if I can't even cut it open to see?

Lu Huai'an stared at the back of her head. It seemed she was really angry this time. He moved his lips awkwardly and said something.

"Look, I'll show you."

Chen Jiao turned around and looked at him as if he were mentally challenged. What was wrong with him now?

I don't want to know, but it would be better if I were sick.

She rolled her eyes, reached out and turned off the light. She was very sleepy; she had things to do tomorrow.

Lu Huai'an opened his eyes in the darkness. How rude of her! She was so rude and ungrateful.

She lay on the other side of the bed, sulking and secretly angry.

After a long while, he turned around, snuggled up to her, hugged her tightly, and fell asleep peacefully.

Why shouldn't she hug him? He's her sugar daddy. It's one thing for her not to listen to him, but she also has a bad temper and doesn't know how to please people. She just annoys him.

He likes to hug, he loves to hug, is it any of her business?

The next day, Chen Jiao woke up in a good mood. Looking at Chen Xing, who came to help her pack, she was very satisfied with her current life.

After a busy month, she naturally needed to take a break. When she learned that Chen Xing was going on a business trip, she eagerly signed up.

Happiness, the distance from happiness to a broken face is just from home to the car.

Jiang Chen is her brother's current business partner and semi-superior.

I had run into Chen Jiao when she went to her brother's new office before. I only learned her name after we had met several times.

And she learned some shocking news: this bastard was actually single. So all that romantic encounter she created before, she couldn't even get his contact information, which meant he wasn't interested in her.

Although she didn't like him and approached him with ulterior motives, the fact that she wasn't interested in him shows that he's blind.

Don't be angry, they're just short-sighted people.

Seeing Jiang Chen sitting in the back seat, they exchanged a glance, and Chen Jiao got into the car without hesitation.

Chen Xing had no idea that the two of them had a past conflict. He was the one who spearheaded this project, and Jiang Chen was, frankly speaking, just the one who connected them. But the important thing was their relationship.

They each had their own schedules and had agreed to meet up at the appointed time.

Plans can't keep up with changes. Jiang Chen returned from out of town a day early, so we can set off together today.

Chen Xing, sitting in the passenger seat, didn't forget to remind Chen Jiao in the back.

"If you're sleepy, take a nap."

"Oh." Too much rambling.

I turned around, leaned back against the cushion, and quietly admired her artwork. As I admired it, I fell asleep, and my phone fell off the chair with a clatter.

Chen Xing glanced at the rearview mirror, turned around helplessly, and Jiang Chen had already picked it up first.

Seeing that Chen Jiao hadn't been woken up, Chen Xing smiled and said, "Go to sleep. Being able to sleep is a blessing."