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Song Qianyi didn't sleep very well last night.

She kept an eye on the sounds outside, tossing and turning, Ji Jingshen's cold gaze stimulating her nerves.

Hearing the occasional sounds coming from outside, she wanted to go out, but she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Later, the sound stopped, but she listened for a long time, not even realizing when she fell asleep.

Because she had something on her mind, she was a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest noise outside.

Looking at the time again, it was only 7:30.

At this time of day, Ji Jingshen would not be at work yet.

Song Qianyi quickly tidied herself up and left the room.

She had already made up her mind. Prejudice between people cannot be changed overnight, and she would prove it to the other party with words and actions.

They walked excitedly to the restaurant, but only saw the busy nanny; Ji Jingshen was nowhere to be seen.

Song Qianyi's smile faded considerably.

The nanny brought out a bowl of porridge and said with a smile, "Madam, breakfast is ready."

Breakfast consisted of millet porridge with small steamed buns, along with several refreshing side dishes prepared by the nanny.

It's refreshing and not greasy, making it perfect for breakfast.

The millet porridge was cooked until thick and sticky, and when paired with goji berries, it looked both tempting with its golden color and festive with its bright red hue.

Looking at the small steamed buns in my hand, they are white, tender, round, and plump, and smell sweet wheat.

But Song Qianyi had no appetite. She hurriedly drank two mouthfuls of porridge and then put the bowl aside: "Where is he?"

"Huh?" The nanny's eyes darted around before she realized that Song Qianyi was talking about Ji Jingshen.

The couple is clearly still having a conflict.

She smiled and said, "The master had something to do last night and hasn't come back since he went out."

The nanny said a lot, but Song Qianyi only heard one sentence.

Ji Jingshen was not home last night.

He must be very annoyed with himself, which is why he didn't want to stay a moment longer.

A sudden heat rose in her eyes, and Song Qianyi took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the tears welling up in her eyes.

Seeing her like this, the nanny became even more cautious in her speech: "Madam, the master really went to work. I saw him answer the phone and then leave."

Seeing that Song Qianyi's eyes were getting redder and redder, the nanny became increasingly flustered: "Madam, don't cry, I'll call the master right now."

“Don’t call him,” Song Qianyi said.

“Honey, it’s inevitable for couples to argue. You have to give your husband a way out. Last night, he spent a long time peeling crabs, but he didn’t eat a single bite himself.”

Thinking of the crabs from last night, Song Qianyi's expression softened slightly. She tilted her head and looked at the nanny: "Did he peel the crabs last night?"

The nanny nodded.

Song Qianyi's expression improved, and her appetite also returned. After finishing her meal, she went back to her room to get her phone and call Ji Jingshen.

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Song Qianyi's heart jumped.

Just when she thought the call wouldn't go through, the other end suddenly answered.

No one spoke, only the sound of quiet breathing.

"Husband," Song Qianyi called out tentatively.

"Husband? Your husband is changing clothes."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Song Qianyi felt as if the blood and qi in her body had stopped flowing for a moment.

She could tell that the voice belonged to none other than Lin Shan.

Why is Ji Jingshen changing clothes so early in the morning? What are the two of them doing that would require changing clothes? Or did Ji Jingshen go to Lin Shan's place last night?

"Where is he?" Song Qianyi's voice instantly turned cold.

She didn't trust anyone else; she wanted to hear Ji Jingshen tell her himself.

There was a chuckle on the other end of the phone.

It was very light, yet felt like a needle piercing Song Qianyi's eardrum.

"Ms. Song, Jing Shen is right next to me, but he still made me answer the phone. Why do you think that is?"

Song Qianyi gripped the phone tighter, trying her best to keep her hands from trembling too much: "Let him answer the phone."

"I'm sorry, but he said he hates you, doesn't want to see you, and especially doesn't want to hear your voice." Lin Shan paused for a few seconds, then added, "He also said he doesn't want to hear you call him 'husband.' How disgusting!"

"Let him answer the phone!" Song Qianyi suddenly raised her voice.

Lin Shan, on the other end of the phone, moved the phone away from her ear, a smug smile playing on her lips.

After hanging up the phone, Lin Shan tapped the screen a few times before putting the phone back in its original place.

She turned around, startled, and clutched her chest. She quickly lowered her head, raised her hand to brush the hair from her temple, and said shyly, "Captain Ji."

She lowered her head, not daring to look Ji Jingshen in the eye, her heart pounding.

Ji Jingshen had a flight to take today, so he changed into his work clothes. The crisp work clothes accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, making him even more masculine. Lin Shan glanced at him secretly, her cheeks flushing.

Ji Jingshen frowned even more deeply, and seeing that the woman in front of him showed no intention of leaving, his impatience grew even stronger: "Lin Shan, this is the men's changing room."

"Huh?" Lin Shan seemed to wake up from a dream, blushing as she said, "I went to the wrong place."

After saying that, she covered her face and walked outside, but she didn't know which way to go and ended up burying herself in Ji Jingshen's arms.

Ji Jingshen dodged, his expression unchanged, and pointed to the door with one finger: "The door is over there."

Lin Shan awkwardly steadied herself and turned in a different direction.

"Lin Shan, right?" Ji Jingshen suddenly asked.

Lin Shan turned around in surprise.

"When do you go to HR?" Ji Jingshen asked calmly.

Lin Shan's face fell. "Captain Ji, I have never made a mistake in my career. Even if I were to resign, I would need a reason."

"Go or don't, it's up to you." Ji Jingshen didn't want to say anything more to her.

He won't pay any attention to anything that's not right under his nose.

Only after watching the person leave the locker room did Ji Jingshen pick up his phone, open it to check, and find nothing unusual.

I opened the chat app again, and the top chat box was completely silent, with no messages at all.

His lips were pressed into a tight line.

He didn't believe it and checked the call log, but there were no new records.

Frustrated, he turned off his phone and walked out of the locker room.

Seeing Lin Shan and the other flight attendants standing together with their carry-on suitcases, he frowned even more.

The plane was about to take off, and it wouldn't be good to change passengers at the last minute, so he suppressed his emotions and boarded the plane first.

……

Looking at the disconnected call screen, Song Qianyi angrily cursed, "Ji Jingshen, you liar!"

Didn't you say you didn't like Lin Shan? Why are you still with her?

She was so angry that she punched the air with a set of military-style punches, then pointed at the silent phone and said, "You'd better be more considerate and call me back to explain."

But my phone remained silent; there wasn't even a single message.

After waiting a while longer, and seeing no sign of the other party retaliating, Song Qianyi sighed and bent over.

If he doesn't fight back, then she'll fight back again.

After convincing herself a thousand times, Song Qianyi finally lowered her finger from the dial button.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off."

A cold, mechanical female voice came from the receiver.

Song Qianyi stood frozen in place, letting the mechanical female voice repeat itself over and over until the call ended automatically.

Does Ji Jingshen really hate her that much?

A dense, throbbing pain shot through my chest, like a net catching my heart and slowly tightening, making it hard to breathe.

"Ji Jingshen, you bastard!"