After the divorce, the aloof female CEO was filled with regret.

When I returned to my room, the sound of running water was still coming from the bathroom. I couldn't tell whether I was nervous or something else.

After a long silence, I slowly walked towards the bathroom and gently knocked on the door.

"Jiang Yuwei, I've left the clothes by the door."

Her deep, husky voice came from the bathroom: "Okay, you go to sleep first."

I pursed my lips, and involuntarily recalled what Li Ningsu had just said: that the drug was very potent and could cause harm to the body if not treated promptly.

The thought of finding a doctor flashed through my mind, but then another sentence from Li Ningsu came to mind.

She said that after my accident, Jiang Yuwei spent 300 million yuan to cooperate with the police to search for me in the sea for several days. After that, she spent several more days with me in this small fishing village. These intangible losses are astronomical figures that I cannot even imagine.

I was stunned for a long time, wavering between the rumors that Jiang Yuwei might go bankrupt and the fact that she had spent a fortune on me. I finally came to a conclusion: Jiang Yuwei and I had a deep conflict. I may have targeted her, but when I got into trouble, she helped me without holding a grudge.

At that moment, I took a deep breath, grasped the bathroom doorknob, and found that the door was not locked, so I pushed it open and went in.

The bathroom was not warm at all; instead, a chill swept over me, making me shiver.

I gripped the hem of my shirt tightly, not daring to look up at her. I felt as if my heart was about to jump out of my chest, and even my neck felt like it was burning.

"Jiang, Jiang Yuwei, I, I can be your antidote!"

The woman standing under the shower didn't take off her clothes; the soaking wet clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining her beautiful curves.

Her eyes were bloodshot as she stared at me through the water, her gaze seemingly filled with confusion, but even more so with anger. Her voice was hoarse and almost grating: "Didn't you just think I was bullying you? Why have you suddenly changed your mind?"

I fidgeted with my hands, my ears burning red as if they could bleed, and finally said honestly, "Because you're good to me, I don't want you to feel bad."

Jiang Yuwei's eyes darkened, and she reached out to turn off the shower, a smile appearing on her face.

"Is that what you think?"

She walked towards me, the blush on her face had mostly disappeared, and her eyes were surprisingly bright. She reached out and hugged me tightly, but then suddenly realized something and narrowed her eyes.

How did you know I was drugged?

At first, she thought she was just angry and couldn't help herself. But as her body became increasingly hot, she realized that she might have been drugged. However, she never mentioned her condition to anyone.

“It was Li Ningsu who said it,” I looked up at her, my eyes sincere. “I said I would turn over a new leaf. I’m grateful for your care during this time, and I won’t let you suffer any losses.”

Although Li Ningsu's words were harsh, they made sense: one should naturally repay kindness received.

If Jiang Yuwei hadn't gone bankrupt, she would indeed be very wealthy and perhaps wouldn't need any other form of repayment. Giving her what she needs most right now would be the best option.

Debts of money are easy to repay, but debts of love are hard to repay. Tonight I will dedicate myself to repay her, so that when I return to Beijing tomorrow and part ways with Jiang Yuwei, I can leave with more peace of mind and comfort.

I've said these things to Li Ningsu as well.

She couldn't force me to give myself to her, nor could she make me leave.

If I were to dedicate myself, it would be entirely of my own free will; if I were to leave, it would also be of my own free will.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuwei's smile faded slightly, and her delicate brows furrowed even more. She seemed to want to ask something, but I had already reached out and put my arm around the back of her head, then lowered my head and kissed her lips.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around my waist, and after only a moment's pause, she took the initiative and kissed me deeply, kissing me all the way from the bathroom to the bedside.

Her hands were burning hot, but her clothes were damp and chilly. I couldn't help but shiver and whispered, "Jiang Yuwei, it's so cold."

The flames inside Jiang Yuwei's body seemed to burn even more fiercely and intensely than before.

She breathed softly, her slender fingers gently stroking my eyebrows and eyes, her gaze deeper than ever before, as she softly coaxed me, "You won't be cold in a little while, Ye Qiu."

My throat was dry, and I obediently nodded, but in the end we didn't continue.

Because Jiang Yuwei got her period, everything happened very suddenly.

Jiang Yuwei leaned on my shoulder, panting heavily, and said, "This is really killing me."

I bit my lip, not daring to utter a sound, and could only get up to buy sanitary napkins for Jiang Yuwei.

The next morning, after breakfast, we prepared to return to Beijing.

Pan Dewei and the landlady kept talking to me, their words filled with reluctance to part.

Du Heng ate his ice cream, idly waiting for his boss to get up.

Li Ningsu finally got up, her hair still sticking out in a tuft, and slowly walked downstairs. Seeing Jiang Yuwei's smug look, she couldn't help but tease her a couple of times.

But something she said to Jiang Yuwei caused Jiang Yuwei's smiling eyes to slowly turn cold. She looked at me from several tables away and asked, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Li Ningsu asked suspiciously. "Didn't Ye Qiu tell you?"

Jiang Yuwei kept a cold face and remained silent.

The journey back to Beijing takes six hours, so we split into two cars, one in front of the other.

Li Ningsu and Du Heng sat in one car, while I sat in another car with Jiang Yuwei and Secretary Li.

Throughout the journey, Jiang Yuwei didn't say a word to me, and kept flipping through the magazine in her hand.

I wanted to drink water, but I didn't have the strength, so I asked her for help. She didn't even look at me, just took my water cup, unscrewed it, and handed it back to me without saying a word.

I blinked, completely unaware of what I had done to offend her again.

We were so affectionate last night, and she was so tender when we had breakfast this morning, but she turned cold as ice in the blink of an eye. Her temper is so hard to please.

Luckily, I wasn't very energetic during the car ride today, otherwise I probably would have argued with her.

Secretary Li glanced at the rearview mirror occasionally, her eyes flickering slightly, and asked if I wanted to listen to some music or something. I thought about it for a moment and told her to play the news.

I really didn't want to endure six hours in this deathly silence; I hated this oppressive atmosphere.

As a result, the first news item broadcast by the radio station was entertainment news about celebrities.

Actress Gu Mengmeng got into a fight with a mysterious woman; the reason remains a mystery.

Actress Gu Mengmeng apologizes for causing an argument between fans and a mysterious person.

A video of Gu Mengmeng embracing a male idol who recently debuted has surfaced, showing their relationship remains as sweet as ever.

I blinked, still wondering who the arrogant guy who debuted was, thinking to myself, could it be me?

Just then, Jiang Yuwei's chilling voice rang in my ears: "Change to music."

Secretary Li did as instructed. I knew Jiang Yuwei hated hearing news about Gu Mengmeng, so I didn't object. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes to rest.

Although nothing happened between me and Jiang Yuwei last night, it was still quite a struggle. She loves kissing me and makes me call her name in different ways, sometimes this way, sometimes that way, like a little pervert, keeping me up until midnight, until she drained me dry. Now I'm extremely tired.

As noon approached, the rain suddenly intensified. Secretary Li felt it was dangerous to continue in the heavy rain, so he stopped and found a place to have lunch.

Li Ningsu and Du Heng walked three kilometers ahead, so we didn't eat together.

After ordering, Secretary Li went to the restroom, leaving Jiang Yuwei and me sitting facing each other.

I simply couldn't stand her silence; she was exactly like Jiang Yuwei in my dream, who could barely utter two words a day.

I nudged her hand and asked, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Jiang Yuwei's beautiful face remained tense as she silently served me chopsticks, saying in a calm voice, "No."

I asked again, "Are you unhappy? Did I upset you?"