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

In the room, the bedside lamp emitted a soft light. Jiang Yuwei was lying on my bed, her face slightly pale, her eyes closed. Her fair and slender hands were groping around the edge of the bed, as if she were looking for her phone.

As soon as I hung up the phone, the ringing stopped.

I walked quickly up to her and stared at her face in surprise.

"Jiang Yuwei, what are you doing in my bed?"

The person who used to hate me so much is now living in my house and even lying in my bed?

This is too bizarre.

Jiang Yuwei paused for a moment, then slowly opened her eyes, her dark eyes looking at me with a deep and calm gaze.

She looked like she had just woken up, but also seemed very tired, and her voice was low and hoarse.

Are you still planning to come back and live here?

I quickly shook my head, "Of course I'm not coming back."

She closed her eyes again, looking somewhat sleepy. "This villa is mine, and the room is mine too. Since you're not coming back, the room naturally belongs to me. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"..." That's absolutely right.

I gritted my teeth, still full of doubt, "I'm just wondering, weren't you usually annoyed with me?"

If I'm annoyed by someone, I won't even touch their bed, and I'll feel uncomfortable just walking past them.

Besides, she has a place to stay, so why does she have to go to her ex-husband's room to sleep?

Could it be that she misses me?

Jiang Yuwei opened her eyes again, her gaze slightly bloodshot, and she exuded an unusual sense of exhaustion.

"Don't flatter yourself. This is my territory. It doesn't matter where I sleep."

"..."

I also think I'm overthinking things. Maybe men and women just think differently. She doesn't care about these things at all.

Seeing that she didn't look well, I casually asked, "You didn't sleep at all last night, did you?"

Upon hearing this, she suddenly became agitated, sat up abruptly, glared at me with her dark eyes, her gaze sharp, and her lips tightly pursed.

I was puzzled by her gaze and couldn't help but frown. "It's not like I told you not to sleep, why are you glaring at me?"

Jiang Yuwei's face darkened. I didn't know why she was angry. It seemed like I had touched a nerve. I saw her silently get out of bed, turn off the bedside lamp, and go into the bathroom.

"..." I was speechless. I clenched my fist and waved it in the air a few times, making a funny face.

I find her annoying. She doesn't say what she wants to say, and always acts like a cold, aloof CEO. She's so repressed.

I walked to the window and pulled back the curtains with a whoosh. The room was immediately filled with bright sunlight. The golden sunlight streamed into the bedroom, warm and comforting, and felt especially nice on my skin.

I glanced around the bedroom; it was almost exactly the same as when I left, spacious and grand. I casually opened the door to the walk-in closet and found that I had taken almost everything I used with me, leaving behind only brand-new suits that I hadn't worn yet, mostly classic black and white.

Actually, I prefer brightly colored clothes, especially those in vibrant hues, but most of the clothes I buy are black, white, and gray. The reason? So I can match Jiang Yuwei's clothes to create a couple's outfit.

To my shame, in both our past and present lives, we have rarely appeared together in front of outsiders. At most, we have only worn each other a few times at family banquets.

Even at family banquets, I was always teased, but I was always happy because it was one of the very few times I could stand beside her as her husband and be seen wearing matching outfits with her.

I sighed and said to myself with a self-deprecating laugh, "What a top-notch simp. No wonder he ended up with nothing."

I closed the closet door and turned to leave, but suddenly noticed a piece of paper on the bedside table. I remember I tidied everything up; how could I have forgotten something?

Curious, I bent down and picked up the paper. It was torn to shreds, only half of it remained, and it was crumpled as if someone had crumpled it up badly.

When I saw the words on the paper, my face changed instantly, and my heart felt like it was being churned by a giant wave.

It was written on the paper—

"I made braised pork ribs today, and they were so delicious, but she's not here. I miss her so much. I miss the days when she was with me. I wish she could eat with me. If I could, I really want to kiss her..."

The rest of the text was torn out, leaving only these few sentences on the paper.

This is what I wrote. At that time, I was a full-time housewife. Jiang Yuwei didn't like me going to the company to see her. I was stuck at home all day and extremely bored, so I developed the habit of keeping a diary to record my little things about Jiang Yuwei and my daily life in the Jiang family.

This must have been written by me when I missed Jiang Yuwei while she was away on a business trip.

But I clearly took all the diaries with me, so how could I have missed a page?

Moreover, with the paper crumpled up like this and placed in such an obvious spot, Jiang Yuwei must have seen it.

She knows how deep my feelings for her were, and how many fantasies I had about her.

I clenched my teeth, gripping the paper tightly in my hand, my heart churning with complex emotions.

Suddenly, with a "click," the bathroom door opened. I involuntarily turned around to face Jiang Yuwei, clutching the paper in my hand and quietly hiding it behind my back.

Jiang Yuwei's hair was still a little damp, and water droplets clung to her fair face. Her dark eyes stared straight at me. She stood with her back to the sunlight, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

She stared at me, her eyes narrowing into slits: "What are you doing?"

I shook my head and casually replied, "Nothing, are you done washing up?"

"Ah."

That's when I realized that she seemed to have really moved into my room, and had even brought her toiletries with her.

Jiang Yuwei walked quickly towards me.

I felt a little uneasy and took a step back, but she frowned and approached me step by step. Until my back touched a cold sensation, I realized that she had pressed against the wardrobe door.

My heart was in my throat. Just as I was about to move, Jiang Yuwei suddenly put an arm around me, supporting herself beside me. Immediately afterward, a faint rose scent wafted over, enveloping me completely.

I looked down at her, trying to remain calm: "What are you doing? Aren't you going to change your clothes? We're running out of time to get to the airport..."

Before I could finish speaking, she suddenly pulled the paper I had hidden behind my back. I froze, clenching my teeth.

She looked down at the words on the paper, a faint sneer curving her red lips, then looked up at me, her eyes revealing an undisguised sinister look.

"I've already seen it. What's there to hide? I didn't expect you to be so bold, wanting to kiss a woman?"

I bit my lip even tighter; at that moment, I felt incredibly ashamed.

There's nothing scary about liking Jiang Yuwei; what's scary is that she discovered my feelings for her during our divorce.

I admit, I really liked Jiang Yuwei and longed to be close to her. Otherwise, I wouldn't have taken advantage of her in my past life to pounce on her and sleep with her. But those desires vanished long ago as my feelings for her faded.

I looked up at her without fear: "So what if I am? Everyone has emotions and desires. Unlike you, living like a nun. You don't want to kiss a man, but you won't let me want to kiss a woman?"

Jiang Yuwei narrowed her dark eyes, her face darkening with even more gloom.

Then, she actually laughed: "Ye Qiu, you really exude a seductive charm from the inside out."

Her icy fingers gripped my collar, forcing me to look her in the eye. Her voice was both alluring and sinister, seemingly carrying a hint of barely perceptible annoyance.

"Which woman do you want to kiss? Tell me, hmm?"