After transmigrating into the book, she clung tightly to her captain husband and wouldn't let g

Ji Jingshen tried several times but couldn't get the "human pendant" off his body. Resigned, he put his arm around Song Qianyi's waist and thanked the proprietress.

As Ji Jingshen helped Song Qianyi back to her room, his brows remained furrowed: "How much did you drink?"

Song Qianyi sat obediently on the edge of the bed, held up a finger to her nose, and smiled slyly: "Just a little bit."

With such a strong smell of alcohol, no one would believe that he only drank a little bit.

Ji Jingshen shook his head helplessly and bent down to help Song Qianyi take off her shoes.

One large hand gripped the slender ankle, while the other hand hadn't even touched the shoe before her face was cupped in a pair of delicate, white hands.

Song Qianyi cupped Ji Jingshen's face in her hands.

She pouted, her misty eyes seemingly brimming with tears: "Are you very busy today? You don't even have time to return my call?"

Before Ji Jingshen could answer, she continued, "How could you not have time? You have time for dinner parties, time to post on social media, you just don't want to answer my calls!"

After saying that, she let go of his hand, raised her foot, and kicked Ji Jingshen in the shoulder: "Go away, I don't want to see you."

The kick wasn't very powerful.

Ji Jingshen suddenly sat down on the ground and looked up at Song Qianyi.

Did she call him today?

when?

The events of the day flashed through my mind.

He probably knows the whole story.

He stood up from the ground, glanced at the footprints on his shoulder, didn't take a picture, and walked over to squat down again. "It must have been Lin Shan who took my phone without my knowledge and deleted the call log. I had no intention of not returning my own calls."

"So, you don't hate me, you don't find me disgusting?" Song Qianyi's eyes were red as she stubbornly looked at Ji Jingshen.

Ji Jingshen froze, his gaze quickly turning cold.

Did Lin Shan say similar things to Song Qianyi?

It seems he was being too polite with what he said to Lin Shan.

"If you don't say anything, it means you think I'm disgusting or repulsive." Song Qianyi didn't get a reply, her little mouth twitched, and she was about to cry.

"Don't cry." Ji Jingshen felt like he had a splitting headache.

He never comforted a woman.

These two words were like the flip of a switch, and Song Qianyi's tears fell like beads.

Ji Jingshen became increasingly flustered, trying to wipe away her tears, but she dodged him.

"Stop crying. I don't hate you at all, and I don't find you disgusting," Ji Jingshen said helplessly.

"Really?"

Song Qianyi immediately turned around, her eyes red like a little rabbit's, blinking as she looked at Ji Jingshen.

"real."

Song Qianyi's face immediately lit up with a smile. "I knew it. It was that woman who deliberately sowed discord."

She clung to Ji Jingshen's arm, swaying slightly, and asked, "Why did you come back tonight? Were you worried about me?"

Seeing that she had finally stopped crying, Ji Jingshen breathed a sigh of relief, but did not answer her. He only said, "Go wash up and rest!"

Song Qianyi was very obedient and let Ji Jingshen take care of washing up.

If he hadn't swallowed the toothpaste, he would have thought Song Qianyi was faking being drunk.

After helping Song Qianyi back to bed and settling her in, Ji Jingshen prepared to leave, but his hand was grabbed.

Ji Jingshen lowered his eyes to look at the owner of the small hand.

Song Qianyi was covered with a blanket, only her small head was showing, her eyes were half closed, and she mumbled softly, "Don't go, let's sleep together."

Receiving no response, the little hand gripped even tighter.

It seemed he wouldn't give up until he agreed.

Ji Jingshen said helplessly, "Fine."

Song Qianyi patted the bed next to her, "Get on."

"I need to go wash up too," Ji Jingshen said, even more helplessly.

He didn't expect that even more frustrating things were yet to come.

A minute later, Ji Jingshen brushed his teeth expressionlessly, looking in the mirror.

In the mirror, a drunkard stood behind him, grinning and saying, "You're not getting away."

Even when drunk, he's still so shrewd.

Ji Jingshen shook his head.

After washing up, and with Ji Jingshen lying in bed, Song Qianyi covered him with a blanket, patted him, and then snuggled into the soft blanket, soon her even breathing could be heard.

Ji Jingshen propped himself up and looked down at the person in front of him, using the light from the window.

She was sleeping soundly, breathing evenly, and a blush had not yet faded from her fair face.

After staring at her for a while, Ji Jingshen reached out, stopped near her cheek, and then withdrew his hand: "What am I supposed to do with you?"

It was a very low sound, which quickly dissipated into the air.

He has every right to be angry.

He pretended to have amnesia for Song Qianyi, and for her pretense all these days.

But her drunken state was so real; the way she hugged him and cried made it impossible to be angry.

Song Qianyi, do you really no longer have that man in your heart?

The next day, Song Qianyi woke up early in the morning, and the sunlight streamed in, filling the room with radiance.

She rubbed her eyes, sat up, and looked around.

The brain, which had been shut down, started working again.

Last night, the person who picked her up seemed to be Ji Jingshen.

She even seemed to have kicked Ji Jingshen...

Also, Ji Jingshen said he doesn't dislike her!

My brain, which was at 40% capacity when it was turned on, instantly became fully awake.

Song Qianyi jumped out of bed and ran out. Seeing the busy figures in the kitchen, she stood by the dining table, not daring to go forward.

Ji Jingshen turned around when he heard the noise, his expression calm: "Wash up and have breakfast."

Song Qianyi nodded.

When she finished washing up and came out, Ji Jingshen had already put breakfast on the table: a simple sandwich and milk.

Ji Jingshen was sitting at the dining table when he saw Song Qianyi come out and gestured for her to come and eat.

He was intently looking at the financial reports on his tablet.

"Wow!"

A gasp came from nearby.

Turning her head, she saw Song Qianyi holding a sandwich, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, pointing at the sandwich in her hand, "This is the best sandwich I've ever eaten, it's amazing!"

She gave a thumbs-up.

Ji Jingshen sighed and said, "If you like it, eat more."

It's just a very simple breakfast, nothing as exaggerated as Song Qianyi described.

“Really.” Song Qianyi said sincerely, “The bread was baked just right, not dry at all, and the chicken breast was especially tender.”

She took a sip of milk: "Wow, even the temperature of the milk is just right."

"what do you want to say in the end?"

Song Qianyi immediately suppressed her exaggerated expression, pulled her chair closer to Ji Jingshen, and smiled sweetly, "So, does this count as making up?"

Ji Jingshen looked up at her.

She tilted her head, her smooth black hair tucked behind her ears, which made her small face look even whiter and more flawless. Her eyes were bright as stars, full of expectation, yet also cautious.

These bright, sparkling eyes overlapped with the misty eyes from last night.

Ji Jingshen's lips curled into a slight smile: "Mm."

Although it was just a short syllable, Song Qianyi was as happy as if she had received a royal decree, and shouted, "Yay!"

Now she can eat in peace.

Although my praise of Ji Jingshen's sandwich earlier had an element of flattery, I have to admit that the sandwich was indeed quite good.

After the two finished eating, the nanny had just finished tidying up their room and was taking the clothes she had changed out of yesterday to wash.

"Why are your shoulders so dirty? Did they get stepped on on the ground?" She was holding the same shirt that Ji Jingshen had worn last night.

The instigator, Song Qianyi, immediately lowered her head and remained silent.