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

Just when Song Qianyi thought there would be no response, Ji Jingshen suddenly made a move, picking up the ring and putting it on his ring finger.

Not too big, not too small, just right.

In that instant, Song Qianyi's eyes lit up, and her smiling face became bright and dazzling.

She stood up excitedly, the chair scraping against the floor.

This did not stop her from going to Ji Jingshen.

Song Qianyi wrapped her arms around Ji Jingshen's neck, her bright eyes welling up with tears: "I thought..."

"What did you think?" Ji Jingshen put one arm around Song Qianyi's slender waist and placed the other hand on the edge of the table to prevent her from bumping into it, his deep eyes filled with amusement.

Like ice and snow just beginning to melt.

Song Qianyi gazed into those gentle eyes and slowly moved closer.

Their breaths mingled, their lips almost touching.

"Madam, the food is getting cold. Let me heat it up for you."

Zhang Ma's voice suddenly broke in, and the two of them snapped out of their daze and instantly distanced themselves.

Song Qianyi covered her face and sat back in her seat. She was so close to kissing him.

Why weren't you moving faster just now?

Zhang Ma quickly turned around: "I'm sorry, sir and madam, I didn't know you were back. I'll leave now."

The calmest one was Ji Jingshen. He coughed and quickly composed himself: "No need to leave, just heat up the food!"

Meeting Song Qianyi's questioning gaze, he explained, "I was planning to go home right away tonight, but the people at the company insisted on celebrating for me, and I drank quite a bit before coming back. Now my stomach is empty and I feel really uncomfortable."

"Zhang Ma, hurry up and heat up the dishes."

Upon hearing this, Song Qianyi immediately replied.

Actually, Song Qianyi's cooking skills are not bad, and the food she makes is not bad, but it can't withstand being reheated repeatedly. The dishes lose their original appearance and become very salty.

Song Qianyi took a couple of bites and put down her chopsticks, but when she looked up, she saw that Ji Jingshen was still eating.

It seems they were really hungry; they could even eat such terrible food.

After finishing her meal and cleaning up, Song Qianyi rested.

Ji Jingshen went to his study to finish his work before coming out.

He sat on the edge of the bed, quietly watching Song Qianyi as she slept.

The arrogant and domineering face I remember now seems only charming and cute.

He reached out and touched her cheek.

Your gaze naturally falls on the ring.

What was it like when he celebrated his birthday last year?

Aunt Zhang prepared a large table of dishes to celebrate. Song Qianyi glanced at what was happening at the restaurant, scoffed, and left without looking back.

That evening, Ji Jingshen saw the photos that Song Qianyi posted on her WeChat Moments.

Against a backdrop of bright lights and bustling activity, a table laden with wine, and a person's hand.

Judging from the watch, Ji Jingshen determined that the person was Cheng Linhao.

The day after his birthday, Zhang Ma mentioned this matter to Song Qianyi.

Song Qianyi just laughed: "Him? He doesn't even deserve me to celebrate his birthday!"

In just one year, she not only celebrated his birthday, but also personally prepared a meal and a wedding ring for him.

Perhaps it really is as she said; she has thought it through and wants to make things right for her.

If that's really the case, he's willing to treat her well.

Song Qianyi groggily opened her eyes, looked at Ji Jingshen sitting by the bed, and mumbled, "Husband."

She reached out and took his large hand: "Get some rest."

Ji Jingshen looked at the two hands clasped together, the wedding rings on them shining brightly even in the dim light.

The curve of the corners of the lips is deeper.

The next day when Ji Jingshen went to the company, he felt refreshed and took the initiative to greet his colleagues.

When the news spread, everyone was in an uproar.

Ji Jingshen has always been aloof and unapproachable, always cold and distant. When has he ever taken the initiative to greet someone?

Ji Jingshen was unaware of the gossip surrounding him and was in his office organizing the topics to be discussed at the morning meeting.

Old Liu came in with two glasses of Americano, placing one on Ji Jingshen's table.

"Thank you." Ji Jingshen said without looking up.

There was no movement from the other side for a long time. Ji Jingshen looked up and saw Lao Liu staring at him in shock: "I thought it was just a rumor outside, but I didn't expect it to be true."

Seeing Ji Jingshen's radiant demeanor, she was immediately seized by a gossipy impulse. She sat down in her chair, leaned forward, and asked Ji Jingshen, "How was last night?"

Ji Jingshen thought for a moment and answered sincerely, "Not bad!"

Old Liu's smile became even more lewd. "Tell me in detail."

Ji Jingshen smiled and shook his head, reaching for the Americano without answering.

He took a couple of sips and then switched the bottle to his other hand.

Even though his right hand was more comfortable, he insisted on switching to his left.

Old Liu noticed his actions and wanted to complain, but his gaze suddenly stopped.

His eyes darted around, and with his years of experience as a partner, he realized what was happening. He raised his hand to shield his eyes, exclaiming, "Ouch! What was that? It's so bright!"

Ji Jingshen chuckled, shook his head, picked up his notebook, and stood up: "Meeting time."

Old Liu thought he had misunderstood, but after the meeting ended, he became even more certain that this person was doing it on purpose.

Because Ji Jingshen used his left hand throughout the meeting, he seemed eager to show off the ring on his hand to everyone.

As expected, everyone started discussing the ring that Ji Jingshen had on his hand after the meeting ended.

"The captain didn't have a ring on his hand before, did he?"

"Judging from the captain's smug look, his wife probably bought it for him, and he's showing it off to us!"

"Okay, okay, here comes another dose of unseen dog food."

As they were talking, Lin Shan entered the dressing room with a stern face. The others wanted to talk to her, but seeing her unhappy expression, they didn't bother trying to make things awkward.

Since they were all girls, Lin Shan's little schemes naturally didn't escape their notice. The girls exchanged glances, changed their clothes, and went out.

Lin Shan was the only one left in the changing room. She threw the clothes in her hand on the ground and, still not satisfied, kicked them away.

Once on the plane, she couldn't control her emotions and argued with a passenger. Fortunately, the flight attendant resolved the issue in time.

Even so, Lin Shan was still suspended for three days due to customer complaints.

Song Qianyi was about to leave when she suddenly heard a knock on the door. Thinking it was a delivery, she went to open it and saw Lin Shan standing there with a gloomy face. She instantly tensed up and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I should do?" Lin Shan asked with a cold smile.

"How would I know?" Song Qianyi muttered, turning to close the door.

Lin Shan acted quickly, sticking her leg out to block the door crack: "What's the rush? Feeling guilty?"

"Why would I feel guilty?" Song Qianyi narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Lin Shan, feeling that this woman seemed a bit off.

"You drugged your husband!"

"Just talk to him and see if he believes you or me." A hint of panic flashed across Song Qianyi's face, but she quickly calmed down.

At the time, only the two of them knew about their plan. After agreeing on it, they even deleted their chat history. Apart from that ambiguous video recording, Song Qianyi was certain that Lin Shan had no other evidence.

Lin Shan took a deep breath, seemingly angered by Song Qianyi's attitude.

After a long silence, she asked, "You don't like him, can't you just give him to me?"