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

Song Qianyi took a deep breath to calm the anger rising in her heart.

Ji Jingshen sat opposite her, taking in Lin Wanqing's subtle actions, but remained silent the whole time.

His silence speaks volumes about his stance.

She couldn't describe her feelings at that moment.

The complex emotions from last night combined with her current feelings turned into embarrassment under Lin Wanqing's smug smile.

Is he so eager to use his ex-wife's embarrassing situation to win over his new love?

Suddenly I realized that what I was doing was pointless.

Song Qianyi chuckled softly, "Do I want you to say something that matters?"

She picked up her coat and walked straight outside, placing her hand on the doorknob. Then she turned back and said, "The ones who mind the unpleasant conversation yesterday are you, not me. You don't need to bother me under the guise of apologizing anymore."

After saying that, she opened the door and went straight out.

Only three people remained in the private room.

Lin Jingye tried to stop her, jogging over, but could only watch as Song Qianyi quickly left.

"Oh, I'll go talk to Miss Song myself. I don't know what I did to offend her, but I feel really bad seeing her like that," Lin Wanqing said softly, without any intention of standing up.

She had intended for Ji Jingshen to stop her, but seeing that he didn't respond, she wasn't embarrassed and continued, "Mr. Ji, is Miss Song like this when she's with you too... a little girl's temper?"

Ji Jingshen did not respond.

Lin Jingye returned to the table and sat down again.

"Manager Lin."

Both father and daughter's gazes fell on Ji Jingshen.

Ji Jingshen maintained a cold expression, his thin lips pressed into a thin line, making it impossible to guess his true thoughts.

The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became somber.

Lin Jingye felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

"Mr. Ji, what are your instructions?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"Was today's dinner your idea?"

"Yes, I was thinking that Wanqing said something wrong yesterday, so I wanted to apologize to Wanqing on behalf of my daughter."

"But when you called me over, didn't you say there were only three people?" Ji Jingshen tilted his head slightly: "But there were clearly four people just now."

"I knew you were having dinner, so I came uninvited. After all, this whole thing started because of me," Lin Wanqing said, trying to smooth things over for Lin Jingye.

Ji Jingshen ignored her and looked at Lin Jingye: "Manager Lin, I have always believed in your work ability, but I hope you can be more clear-headed about some things."

He then turned his gaze to Lin Wanqing, his expression cold, indifferent, and devoid of emotion: "If your daughter does this again next time, I don't mind helping you discipline her."

After saying that, he stood up and left.

Inside the private room, Lin Jingye's face was extremely grim, and he stared intently at Lin Wanqing.

"Have you been doing something else behind my back?"

"I even went to see President Ji last night," Lin Wanqing said guiltily.

"Snapped!"

A slap landed mercilessly on her face: "What did I tell you yesterday? Have you forgotten?"

Lin Jingye looked at his daughter with a mixture of disappointment and frustration. "You didn't know who that woman surnamed Song was, or her relationship with President Ji, yet you acted rashly and caused this situation. Are you satisfied now?"

Lin Wanqing responded with silence.

"You're just too impatient." Lin Jingye looked at the silent Lin Wanqing and knew what his daughter was thinking.

"At the very least, let's figure out the relationship between President Ji and that guy surnamed Song."

According to his original plan, he intended to use today's meal to find out the relationship between Ji Jingshen and Song Qianyi. If it was feasible, he would then invite Lin Wanqing over. But who knew that Lin Wanqing would show up uninvited and ruin his plans.

"If there's a next time, I won't be able to help you."

After saying this, Lin Jingye left.

……

Ji Jingshen's aloof attitude pierced Song Qianyi's heart like a needle.

Starting last night, she told him that there was a reason for her disappearance and hoped that he would ask her about it, but he didn't care. He only cared about her spreading rumors.

Even today, he clearly knows that Lin Wanqing is deliberately targeting him, yet he tacitly allows her to go further and further astray.

She couldn't figure out what Ji Jingshen was thinking.

Given Ji Jingshen's current status and position, if he truly didn't want to see her, he would absolutely not give her the chance.

Whether Shen Chen intentionally or unintentionally revealed her whereabouts, or whether she stayed in Xiangyang Village to meet him, it was all done with his tacit approval.

But if he says he wants to see her, he always keeps her at arm's length and keeps her at arm's length whenever they meet.

After passing the front desk, Song Qianyi walked past and then came back, looking at the words "hot spring" on the promotional sign, and came up with a plan.

If Ji Jingshen really acted as cold and heartless as he did, she would never bother him again.

"Miss, our hot spring water is pure natural hot spring water, which is rich in many mineral elements. Soaking in it is very good for your health," the receptionist said proactively when she saw Song Qianyi stop.

Song Qianyi took out a few red banknotes from her bag and stuffed them into the cashier's hand: "Please do me a favor."

She didn't count how many bills she gave to the other party, but the thickness of the bills was considerable, at least a thousand.

Song Qianyi's heart was bleeding, but if she could find out Ji Jingshen's attitude, the thousand yuan she spent would be worth it.

She whispered a few words of advice to the receptionist.

The receptionist hesitated when she heard Ji Jingshen's name, but agreed after Song Qianyi revealed her identity.

Ji Jingshen had been working in his room, and once he was almost done, he prepared to leave.

The resort has almost been inspected and approved. If it weren't for Song Qianyi being there, he would have returned to the city last night.

As I passed the front desk, the staff were chatting: "How long has Miss Song been in the hot spring? Why haven't we seen her come out yet?"

宋？

Ji Jingshen slowed down, wanting to listen a little longer.

The receptionist noticed him and lowered her voice, "Mr. Ji."

"Are there still people in the hot spring pool?" Ji Jingshen walked over, his tone casual.

"Yes," the receptionist said. "Miss Song has been inside for almost an afternoon."

"She hasn't come out for so long, has no one gone to see her?" Ji Jingshen's brows furrowed instantly.

The resort is still in the trial operation stage, and there aren't many people coming. Since the person's surname is Song, it's probably Song Qianyi.

"Yes, Miss Song ordered drinks," the receptionist said.

Ji Jingshen turned around and walked straight towards the hot spring pool.

As you get a little closer, you can feel the steam rising from the hot spring.

Ji Jingshen hesitated for a moment in front of the door, then pushed it open and went inside.

The mist dissipated in an instant, and Ji Jingshen walked closer and saw Song Qianyi lying on the edge of the pool with her eyes closed.

Strands of wet hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, with a few strands clinging to her collarbone and shoulders. Her long hair spread out in the water like seaweed, and her delicate skin was flushed a pale pink by the steam, like a budding rose waiting to be picked. Her exquisite figure, wrapped in a swimsuit, was partially obscured by the water.

Lively and fragrant.

Ji Jingshen's gaze deepened, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He had been inside for so long, but the other person showed no sign of waking up. He squatted down and gently poked her cheek with his fingertip: "Song Qianyi."

It felt as soft, warm, and moist as I had imagined.

Ji Jingshen withdrew his hand, his fingertips secretly rubbing against his palm twice.

Song Qianyi did not react; her eyes remained closed, and her breathing was even.