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Only after Song Qianyi's condition improved slightly did Ji Jingshen feel relieved enough to go out.

The collaboration that was temporarily delayed last time needs to be restarted, so he needs to go to the site to take a look.

The understated Maybach drove on the road, while Ji Jingshen focused on reviewing information on his tablet.

"Boss, someone is following us," the secretary said.

Hearing the sound, Ji Jingshen looked up and saw a silver-gray van following closely behind in the rearview mirror. The secretary made several turns, but the van kept chasing after him.

The other party seemed to have no ill intentions; they were simply following along.

Ji Jingshen pinched the bridge of his nose, his tone revealing a hint of weariness: "Find an alley to park and ask them what they want to do."

The secretary did as instructed, stopped the car, waved to the people inside the van, and went over to negotiate.

Shortly after, the secretary returned.

Ji Jingshen lowered the car window, half of his face showing indifference and coldness.

"Boss, they were hired to investigate you." The secretary handed over a memory card. "These are the photos they took."

"Who sent them?" Ji Jingshen frowned, his deep eyes revealing an even colder glint.

Many people flashed through his mind.

"It's the Song family and the Cheng family," the secretary said, trying to be as tactful as possible.

Ji Jingshen raised an eyebrow, recalling Cheng Linhao's expression, a faint smile playing on his lips: "If they want to come, let them come, but we need to make it clear to them what they should and shouldn't say."

"Yes." The secretary understood.

After resolving the minor incident, Ji Jingshen went to inspect the site. When he returned home, it was still bright outside.

The tablet was on his lap, the screen showing the contract, but his attention wasn't on it; he was looking outside.

I wonder what my partner is doing now.

Realizing that he had subconsciously thought of Song Qianyi, Ji Jingshen quickly snapped back to reality, his gaze falling on the tablet, but he couldn't bear to look at it.

As he passed through the city, he remembered that Song Qianyi had been craving dessert the night before, so he asked his secretary to order one.

At the Cheng family home, Cheng Linhao repeatedly examined the photos given to him by the private investigator.

In the photo, Ji Jingshen, wearing a captain's uniform, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, stands out among a group of male flight attendants, his outstanding features making him stand out from the crowd.

Apart from that, the remaining photos were candid shots taken of his daily commute between home and the office.

It seems that apart from his outstanding demeanor, he is just an ordinary captain.

"Is that all they investigated?" Cheng Linhao persisted, pressing the person opposite him for more information.

The person on the other end nodded: "Absolutely true."

Unable to get what he expected, Cheng Linhao reluctantly paid the balance, his face displeased.

Song Qianyu walked in and had the foam boxes moved downstairs. Seeing that Cheng Linhao looked unhappy, she sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and asked, "Darling, are you in a bad mood?"

"Have someone investigate that man. They found a bunch of useless information." Cheng Linhao's expression softened slightly, but he was still agitated. He held Song Qianyu's waist with one hand and fiddled with the photos on the table with the other.

He could see Ji Jingshen calmly standing among the CEOs again.

Is the person who can make that group of people bow down really just an ordinary captain?

Song Qianyu picked up the photo and examined it carefully: "It's not obvious from the outside, but maybe the clue is inside the house?"

She smiled slyly and planted a kiss on Cheng Linhao's lips: "Mom has something to give to my sister, I'll go to her house and take a look."

Xu Fengnian had just acquired some hairy crabs that morning, each one plump and full of roe. He had just sent a box to Song Qianyu and was about to send someone to deliver it to Song Qianyi when Song Qianyu volunteered, so she agreed.

As a mother, she secretly hoped that the two sisters could get along well.

If word got out that the sisters had turned against each other over a man, it would ultimately be the Song family who would lose face.

……

When the doorbell rang, Song Qianyi thought it was Ji Jingshen returning, and skipped and hopped to open the door: "Welcome back, my dear husband..."

The rest of her words caught in her throat. Song Qianyi instantly suppressed her laughter, her voice turning cold and distant, devoid of its previous sweetness: "What are you doing here?"

"Mom asked me to bring you some hairy crabs." Song Qianyu pointed to the styrofoam box that the driver was carrying behind her.

Song Qianyi swallowed hard.

The hairy crabs are at their most delicious this season, with abundant roe. Before she transmigrated into the book, she had only seen others eat them, and she never expected that she would be able to eat them herself now.

She asked the nanny to carry the styrofoam box inside, and seeing Song Qianyu still standing at the door, she looked at her suspiciously: "Aren't you leaving yet?"

Because of Cheng Linhao, the two sisters did not get along well, and Song Qianyi did not think that the other party wanted to stay as a guest.

Song Qianyu seemed oblivious to the implied dismissal in his words, "Sister, I went through all the trouble of delivering these things to you, won't you invite me in for a drink?"

"The temple can't accommodate a Buddha like you." Song Qianyi pouted.

If it weren't for blood ties, she would hate Song Qianyu and Cheng Linhao, that crazy couple, and stay far away from them.

"How could this be?" Taking advantage of her slender and agile figure, Song Qianyu squeezed through the gap between Song Qianyi and the door.

Once inside, she looked around, touching this and looking at that.

The overall style of the house leans towards modern Chinese, and while the decoration looks ordinary, the furniture used is genuinely high-quality.

For example, the sofa that's currently in the living room is one she had seen before, but she hadn't been able to bring herself to buy it because it was too expensive.

The sofa softens the rigidity of traditional Chinese furniture and adds vibrancy to the entire living room.

"This sofa isn't cheap. If it were up to your brother-in-law's salary, it would take him half a year of not eating or drinking to buy it. Or did you suddenly become rich?" Song Qianyu clicked her tongue in amazement.

This certainly wasn't something Song Qianyi bought with her own money.

Because Song Qianyi's previous actions were too outrageous, Xu Fengnian cut off her allowance in a fit of anger. Given her extravagant spending habits, she certainly couldn't afford this sofa.

Song Qianyi frowned and secretly did some mental calculations.

Ji Jingshen's monthly salary multiplied by six...

I don't know, I was taken aback.

She didn't know much about furniture; she just thought it looked nice and was comfortable, but she never expected it to be so expensive.

However, she disliked Song Qianyu's current appearance.

"What's it to you? My husband bought me this sofa with his own money, he didn't steal or rob it, he just wanted me to be comfortable, why are you making such a fuss?"

"Sister, even though Mom stopped your allowance, she just wanted to teach you a lesson. You must not do anything foolish."

Song Qianyi then remembered why Xu Fengnian had stopped giving her pocket money, and became even more furious: "The stupidest thing I've ever done was misjudging people and mistaking a fish eye for a pearl. I'm doing just fine now, so let's not bother each other anymore. You and your fiancé can live happily ever after and never see each other again, okay?"

She didn't know why Song Qianyu suddenly came to her door and said these strange things. The only explanation was that Song Qianyu had suddenly gone crazy and she felt that Song Qianyu was still hung up on Cheng Linhao.

She grew angrier as she spoke, and without any politeness, she pushed the person out the door, her face cold and hard: "Don't come here to test me again. My eyes are better now, and I don't want your kappa husband. You two are locked up together, and don't come here to get in my way again!"

How could you say that? I'm clearly concerned about you.

Song Qianyu struggled, but was no match for Song Qianyi's strength and was forcefully pushed outside the door.

Upon seeing the person standing outside the door, she smiled smugly.

There was a good show to watch.