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

Not only Song Qianyi, but everyone else in the department shared the same curiosity.

They were all shrewd and astute. After what had just happened, they figured out that Song Qiu might not be the eldest daughter of the Song family, and their attitudes toward her changed one after another.

"Song Qiu, when are you going to pay me back for the lunch I brought you the other day?"

The woman who had been fawning over Song Qiu for the past few days asked Song Qiu a question.

Her voice wasn't loud, but when the office asked for quiet, everyone heard her, and their eyes, intentionally or unintentionally, drifted over.

"Oh, I forgot. Here you go now," Song Qiu said immediately.

The little incident passed quickly, but the discussion continued.

Song Qianyi sat at her workstation, and only after finishing her work did her mind finally clear.

Yang Mingyue insisted on pinning the blame on her. This matter wasn't a big deal, but it wasn't a small one either. It didn't warrant being fired. Moreover, judging from Liu Qin's reaction, it was as if she wanted to give someone an explanation.

To whom?

It absolutely couldn't be her.

Xu Fengnian had not specifically instructed her, and even though Liu Qin was the head of the marketing department, he might not know her identity.

The man's cold, handsome face flashed through my mind.

He came over this morning and happened to run into me; it could only be him.

Besides Ji Jingshen, who else has this kind of face?

Song Qianyi finished up her last tasks, handed them in right at the end of the workday, grabbed her bag, and clocked out.

"Are you in such a hurry to go on a date?" Sun Man couldn't help but tease her, noticing her eagerness.

Song Qianyi smiled slightly, pursing her lips: "You could say that."

She wanted to see Ji Jingshen.

When she arrived at the Ji family's residence, she was unsurprisingly stopped by the receptionist.

Song Qianyi simply sent a message to Shen Chen directly.

Shen Chen was driving Ji Jingshen home when he replied while waiting at a traffic light: "Sorry, Mr. Ji has already gone home after get off work."

He put down his phone and glanced at Ji Jingshen through the rearview mirror.

Ji Jingshen closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed, and his aura did not dissipate even though he was off work.

Shen Chen picked up his phone again. "We're on Chunxi Road right now."

When the green light came on, the cars behind honked their horns to urge us on.

Ji Jingshen opened his eyes and saw Shen Chen put down his phone.

"Have the company provide another driver."

"Okay." Shen Chen didn't dare to ask any more questions and started planning how to recruit people.

“Otherwise, you’ll have to handle work while driving,” Ji Jingshen added.

Shen Chen: ...

So his boss wasn't really thinking about his employees; he was just being sarcastic.

"They're quite anxious to get a reply," Shen Chen explained.

As for more, I dare not say more.

Chunxi Road...

Song Qianyi searched her mind and found that there were many high-end residential buildings on Chunxi Road, the most famous of which was Chunjiang Huayuan, a luxury residence built along the river.

He is worthy of Ji Jingshen's status.

"I'm going to Chunjiang Garden right away, which building should I go to?"

This time, Shen Chen did not reply.

Song Qianyi ignored her and went straight to Chunjiang Garden.

Just as I arrived at the entrance, I received a message from Shen Chen: "Building 98. I've already spoken to the security guard at the entrance, so you can just come in."

After being mocked by Ji Jingshen, he dared not look at his phone again. He waited until he had sent the person home before daring to reply to Song Qianyi's message.

Fortunately, Song Qianyi is a very generous boss lady, and she sent a red envelope to express her gratitude.

Song Qianyi entered Chunjiang Garden without any trouble.

Chunjiang Garden is built along the river. After nightfall, you can feel the dampness from the river and feel a bit cool all around.

Song Qianyi found room number 98 by following the street signs.

The detached three-story villa stood in the night, the entire building brightly lit.

She took a deep breath and rang the doorbell.

A moment later, the door opened, and Ji Jingshen changed out of his suit and was wearing home clothes with a towel draped over his shoulders and his hair still dripping wet. He was stunned when he saw Song Qianyi.

He stood in the doorway, his Adam's apple bobbing. "What brings you here?"

"I'm here to thank you for what happened today," Song Qianyi said.

She originally wanted to ask directly, but then she was afraid that she was just being presumptuous, so she changed her words before she could finish.

"What is it?" Ji Jingshen didn't intend to admit it and didn't dare to look Song Qianyi in the eye: "I just hope that the person in charge of the cooperation will be more rigorous."

"I see!" Song Qianyi pursed her lips, deliberately dragging out the last syllable.

A hint of unease flashed across Ji Jingshen's face: "Is there anything else?"

"That's all." Song Qianyi took a step back, waved her hand, and said, "Goodbye."

He turned around and let out a long breath.

She clearly had a lot to say to Ji Jingshen on the way here, but the moment she saw Ji Jingshen's cold face, she couldn't say a word.

Song Qianyi, you're here to curry favor with a rich guy, that won't do!

"Wait a moment."

Song Qianyi's eyes lit up instantly, and she turned to look at Ji Jingshen.

Ji Jingshen was still standing at the door, the bright lights of the living room behind him highlighting his muscular physique.

"sorry."

His expression was not clearly visible when he said this.

A breeze stirred, ruffling Song Qianyi's hair.

She raised her hand and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"I was unaware of what happened to you, I'm sorry."

“It’s okay, I was wrong too.” Song Qianyi took a deep breath, looked at Ji Jingshen from afar, her eyes bright: “But the recording was edited, I never said those words.”

Faced with silence, Song Qianyi was not discouraged: "I will prove it."

After saying that, she didn't give Ji Jingshen a chance to speak and ran away.

Ji Jingshen stood at the doorway, his lips pressed tightly together.

He was indeed angry about the fact that Song Qianyi was going to be given away to someone else, but after learning that Song Qianyi had been kidnapped, he felt more guilty than angry.

The two issues were mixed together, tearing at his thoughts.

……

In order to have more contact with Ji Jingshen, Song Qianyi gritted her teeth and rented a house next to his house, signing a one-year contract.

Although it's a bit pricey, the interior is nicely decorated, and you can move in right away with just your bags.

When signing the contract and making payment, Song Qianyi said in a sorrowful tone, "I'm sorry, little treasury, you're only temporarily deflated. Once I hook up with a big shot, I'll definitely make sure you never go hungry again."

She was so down-to-earth that even the responsible real estate agent couldn't help but laugh.

Taking advantage of the weekend, Song Qianyi tidied up her new home and moved in to become Ji Jingshen's neighbor.

As evening approached, the sound of a door opening came from across the street. Song Qianyi leaned out the window and saw Ji Jingshen getting out of his car.

The tall, imposing man standing next to the Bentley evoked a whole novel in one's mind.

He was very perceptive and looked in Song Qianyi's direction.

He couldn't see the person inside clearly through the glass, so Ji Jingshen ignored him.

He only recently moved into Chunjiang Garden and doesn't know who his neighbors are. The lights next door hadn't been on for a while, so they must be coming back today.

He returned home, and soon the doorbell rang. He opened the door, and Song Qianyi stood there holding a box, her face covered in flour, her eyes crinkling with a smile: "Hello, new neighbor."

She presented the box to Ji Jingshen like a treasure: "This is a gift for our first meeting."

As you get closer to the box, the aroma of butter fills the air.

Ji Jingshen suddenly remembered the cake Song Qianyi had prepared for him. He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it, his expression still cold: "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Qianyi stopped there, not wanting to disturb them further, and made an excuse to leave.