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After pushing the person out the door, Song Qianyi was still not satisfied and wanted to throw the hairy crab out.

Thinking of the plumpness of the hairy crabs, I finally put down the box.

She turned around and went out, and when she saw the person standing outside the door, her face turned pale instantly: "Honey, you're back."

Ji Jingshen didn't reply, but just gave her a deep look.

Standing to the side, Song Qianyu, not wanting to miss out on the fun, asked, "Sister, what did you mean by what you just said? So you remembered everything, or..."

“Miss Song, if there’s nothing else, you should go back now. My wife doesn’t want to see you.” Ji Jingshen’s voice was flat, revealing no emotion. He stared at that infuriating face, his eyes indifferent and distant.

Song Qianyu's gloating smile vanished instantly, and she left reluctantly.

The door closed, and the atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Seeing that something was wrong, the nanny hurriedly left under the pretext of going to buy groceries.

“Honey, Song Qianyu just said this sofa is really expensive. Is it really worth half a year’s salary for you?” Song Qianyi broke the silence first.

"Have you remembered everything, or have you not forgotten at all?" Ji Jingshen asked instead of answering.

As the words were spoken, a calm and unwavering gaze fell upon Song Qianyi.

Song Qianyi looked at Ji Jingshen awkwardly, twisting the hem of her clothes with both hands. She was extremely annoyed with herself for what she had just said.

It wasn't that I thought my words were harsh or would hurt Song Qianyu's feelings, but rather that they gave someone an opening and exposed my fake amnesia.

A silence, like still water, spread between the two.

Song Qianyi lowered her head, not daring to look at Ji Jingshen.

She felt as if the water had reached her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

"say."

Just two short words, spoken at a slightly higher volume than usual.

"The memories that just returned were triggered by her, and I remembered everything," Song Qianyi said.

A light, mocking laugh rang out.

Song Qianyi suddenly raised her head and looked at the man sitting on the sofa.

The man had long arms and legs, and sat back on the sofa. His profile was well-defined, and the light and shadow seemed to favor him, falling precisely on his brow bone and casting shadows in his eye sockets.

His eyes and brows appeared even more deep-set, and he also appeared even more cold and ruthless.

The sneer seemed to mock her clumsy lie.

The distance that had been narrowed over this period of time has returned to square one.

Song Qianyi tried to take a step forward.

Ji Jingshen shot her a sharp glare, and she was frozen in place once again.

It was only a few steps from her seat to the sofa where Ji Jingshen was.

There is no greater distance than this now.

Song Qianyi steeled her heart, ignoring Ji Jingshen's cold gaze, walked over and sat next to him, taking his arm. "Husband, what I said is true."

Ji Jingshen pursed his thin lips, his dark eyes fixed on Song Qianyi, and raised his other hand to slowly push her hand away.

Song Qianyi tightened her fingers and shook her head: "Husband, no."

Such pleading did not elicit even a moment of sympathy from the other party.

"Qianyi." Ji Jingshen's voice was deep and gentle.

This was the first time he had ever called her that.

What should have been an affectionate and warm address now carries a sense of alienation and indifference.

"Stop acting. If you keep acting, I'll start to take it seriously."

"What?" Song Qianyi looked at Ji Jingshen in astonishment.

Those eyes were so bright, they looked at people with a watery light, making it easy to soften one's heart.

Ji Jingshen withdrew his gaze and got up to go upstairs.

He needs to pack his things and go to the second bedroom to rest.

"Ji Jingshen, explain yourself clearly, what do you mean by acting?" Song Qianyi suddenly stood up, grabbed Ji Jingshen's sleeve, and pressed him for an answer.

Ji Jingshen stopped, turned his head slightly, and looked down at the small hand that was clutching the hem of his clothes. The fingertips were as white as jade, and the knuckles were white from gripping too tightly.

A hint of reluctance flashed across her eyes.

He tightened his jaw, suppressing the urge to grasp those hands, and his thin lips parted slightly, his words cold and ruthless: "Isn't that right? All that tenderness these past few days was just a means for you to win him back."

He lazily lifted his eyelids, his gaze fixed on Song Qianyi's face: "Clearly, you succeeded."

"Ah!"

Song Qianyi was so angry she laughed.

"Ji Jingshen, how could someone with a brain like yours even be allowed to fly a plane? I don't know how much you heard at the door just now, but I think you heard me yelling so loudly."

"Yes, I did act, saying I had amnesia, but the purpose was for you, not to revolve around other people's men."

"There are so many mirrors in the house, please go and look at yourself. Why would I, Song Qianyi, leave such a good man at home to find someone else outside?"

"Am I some kind of despicable person? Why would I abandon my perfectly good husband to become my own sister's mistress?"

Overwhelmed by emotions, Song Qianyi abandoned all the gentleness and tenderness she showed in front of Ji Jingshen and uttered a series of words.

Looking at the man in front of her, she felt both angry and aggrieved. In the blink of an eye, a string of tears fell like pearls.

“Even if you believed me even a little, you wouldn’t have said those things.”

Song Qianyi suddenly pushed Ji Jingshen away and ran upstairs.

Prejudice in people's hearts is indeed a mountain. Even though everything she did was to have more contact with Ji Jingshen and cultivate their relationship, she was still misunderstood as trying to attract Cheng Linhao's attention because of the original owner's previous actions.

Outside the door, Ji Jingshen stood in the living room, staring blankly at the closed door, pondering Song Qianyi's words.

Can a person really change overnight?

He was not entirely unaware that Song Qianyi was pursuing Cheng Linhao.

The fact that those messages reached his ears shows just how crazy Song Qianyi was about Cheng Linhao.

Such a person is absolutely impossible to change suddenly.

He had certainly heard Song Qianyi's words from outside the door.

To be honest, it was really unpleasant to hear.

But weren't those words really just something she said without thinking because she was facing Song Qianyu?

Song Qianyi's bright red eyes flashed before my eyes.

Ji Jingshen sighed silently, walked to the master bedroom door, and tried to turn the doorknob.

The door couldn't be opened; it was locked from the inside.

He knocked on the door: "Song Qianyi, open the door."

There was silence; there was no response.

Ji Jingshen's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Just then, the nanny returned and saw him standing at the door. She asked awkwardly, "Sir, shall we cook now?"

"Steam the hairy crabs." Ji Jingshen raised his voice deliberately: "The crabs are at their fattest at this time of year."

"That was given to me by my mom, you're not allowed to eat it!"

The door was suddenly flung open, and Song Qianyi said angrily.

A faint smile appeared in Ji Jingshen's eyes. Just as he was about to speak, the door closed in front of him.

Ji Jingshen: ...

He awkwardly touched his nose.

Turning around, he saw the nanny still standing there and said, "Just start steaming."

The crab was cooked, but Song Qianyi still didn't come out, so Ji Jingshen peeled the crab and had the nanny take it upstairs.

The nanny went out with a plate and came back empty-handed.

Seeing this, Ji Jingshen wiped his hands clean and knocked on the door again: "Song Qianyi, can we talk?"

"Can't!"

It seems they're still angry.

Ji Jingshen stood at the door, his expression showing a hint of bewilderment.

Should he not have said those things?

After waiting a while longer, there was still no response from inside the door.

Just then, his phone rang. Ji Jingshen glanced at the message, grabbed his coat, and went out.