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In the days that followed, Ji Jingshen realized that he was even more wrong.

He thought Song Qianyi would only stay in his room one night, but in reality, she stayed every night.

Every time he was about to refuse, Song Qianyi would look pitiful, making him feel sorry for her and unable to refuse her.

When I got home that evening, Song Qianyi was sitting on the sofa watching TV, looking very energetic.

Upon hearing the voice, she turned around and greeted us with a smile.

Ji Jingshen nodded without speaking, his gaze falling on the sofa cushions.

The overall color scheme of his home is cool, including the sofa, which is black, and the throw pillows are also in matching cool colors.

There's a warm yellow teddy bear pillow on top now.

The collision of cool and warm colors surprisingly creates a kind of harmony.

"What's wrong?" Song Qianyi noticed Ji Jingshen's gaze and asked curiously.

Ji Jingshen shook his head and went upstairs to change his clothes.

My wardrobe used to be full of men's clothes, but now some women's clothes have been mixed in.

It must have been Song Qianyi who moved in without his knowledge.

This situation is quite similar to what the two of them experienced when they were in their marital home.

Ji Jingshen couldn't quite describe his feelings. His fingertips brushed against Song Qianyi's clothes as he took out a set of loungewear and changed into it.

Dinner downstairs was just ready, and he sat down, with Song Qianyi following closely behind and sitting opposite him.

The warm yellow light fell on her, illuminating her translucent skin and enveloping her in a gentle halo.

Song Qianyi was about to eat when she noticed Ji Jingshen's gaze, put down her chopsticks, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man's eyes were too calm and indifferent; she tried to find some emotion in them, but to no avail.

A sudden feeling of unease rose in my heart.

I had a feeling that Ji Jingshen was about to announce something huge.

Ji Jingshen opened his mouth, but said, "Let's eat!"

Song Qianyi was preoccupied with her meal and was distracted, secretly observing Ji Jingshen's expression.

His sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, forming faint lines between them, and the corners of his lips turned down, revealing his impatience.

After the two of them put down their chopsticks, Ji Jingshen asked, "Do you still have a fever?"

"It's much better now," Song Qianyi replied truthfully.

Although she occasionally skipped her medication in order to stay with Ji Jingshen, she was always in good health, and even without medication, her fever did not subside.

“You seem to be feeling better. I’ll have the nanny take you home later.” Ji Jingshen didn’t give Song Qianyi a chance to refuse: “If you’re scared, let her stay with you.”

They've even thought of a way out.

Song Qianyi lowered her head, somewhat discouraged.

It seems her approach was too radical.

"I……"

She looked into Ji Jingshen's eyes.

The other person looked back calmly and indifferently, as if all she had to do was say one word, followed by his rejection.

Song Qianyi didn't want to push Ji Jingshen too hard and cause their hard-won relationship to revert to its previous state, so even though she was unwilling, she still agreed.

While packing her things, Song Qianyi was absent-minded.

I still can't accept it.

Suddenly, an idea flashed into her mind, and she picked up her phone to set an alarm.

Ten minutes later, her phone rang. She took the phone to the balcony, and just enough to leave a crack in the wall for Ji Jingshen to hear.

"What? You're not renting the house anymore? We signed a one-year contract."

"This isn't about getting a refund. You're suddenly telling me this and telling me to move out tomorrow. I don't even have time to look for a place. Do you expect me to sleep on the streets?"

"Hey Hey hey?"

Song Qianyi turned around with her phone in hand and met Ji Jingshen's unfathomable gaze.

She instinctively hid her phone behind her back, saying, "I'm going to pack my things."

"The landlord's phone number?" Ji Jingshen asked.

Song Qianyi nodded: "The landlord wants to bring his mother over."

Ji Jingshen nodded without saying anything.

Song Qianyi waited for a long time but received no further news, so she quietly observed Ji Jingshen's expression.

Seeing that the other person had no intention of speaking, she simply said, "Time is too tight. I can't find a new place to live, and I'll probably have to sleep on the streets."

"You?" Ji Jingshen didn't speak, but his eyes betrayed his thoughts.

How could the daughter of the prestigious Song family not have a place to live?

"What about the houses in Yujingyuan?"

The single-story apartment in Yujingyuan was their marital home.

"I dare not go back, for fear that someone will be waiting at the door to kidnap me."

"Then go home."

"My home is too far from the company, so I have to get up half an hour earlier every day."

"Find a new place."

"My landlord is urging me to move out quickly. Where am I supposed to stay while I'm looking for a place?"

Ji Jingshen: ...

Seeing Song Qianyi's expectant look, Ji Jingshen felt as if he had been tricked.

He sighed silently: "Then you can stay here for now and move out when you find a place to live."

He turned and took two steps away, then stopped: "I'll only give you three days."

Song Qianyi nodded vigorously.

These three days were also Song Qianyi's last vacation.

She hasn't been to the company for almost a week and doesn't know what's going on there.

Right now, the most important thing is to cling to Ji Jingshen's coattails.

Remembering how moved Ji Jingshen was when she celebrated his birthday last time, Song Qianyi decided to bring him lunch.

The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.

The Ji family headquarters building is located in the city's CBD. The entire building belongs to the Ji family, and only elites come and go.

This was Song Qianyi's first time visiting the Ji family headquarters.

The Ji family's branch office in the neighboring city is not even in the same league as its headquarters.

The entire building exudes an aura of "I'm rich."

She once again realized just how powerful the golden thigh beside her really was, which further strengthened her resolve to cling to Ji Jingshen's coattails.

Even without feelings.

She, Song Qianyi, only sought wealth and glory.

The lobby on the first floor is spacious and bright, and the high ceilings elevate the overall quality of the space.

Directly opposite the main entrance is the reception desk, behind which stands a young and pretty girl in a neat uniform, with a formulaic smile on her face, looking kind and approachable.

On the wall behind the reception desk are the four large characters "Ji's Group" written in gold foil.

Song Qianyi looked around and was even more shocked.

The Song family also developed well, but it was still inferior to the Ji family.

"Hello, I'm looking for Ji Jingshen."

After marveling at it enough, Song Qianyi told the receptionist her purpose.

The receptionist's gaze swept over Song Qianyi almost imperceptibly, her tone formulaic and distant: "Do you have an appointment?"

"No."

"Sorry, you can't enter without an appointment."

“Give him a call,” Song Qianyi said. “Just say my surname is Song.”

The receptionist didn't move: "May I ask what your relationship is with General Manager Ji?"

“Friend,” Song Qianyi replied vaguely.

She can't very well say, "I'm your CEO Ji's legal wife. If Ji Jingshen doesn't acknowledge it, she'll be the one who loses face."

"Since we're friends, Miss Song can contact Mr. Ji herself." The receptionist still wore a formulaic smile.

Song Qianyi didn't miss the disdain in the other person's eyes, and took out her phone to call Ji Jingshen.

"Security, please ask this lady to leave," the receptionist called out.

Song Qianyi looked up at the front desk and said, "I'm calling your CEO, Mr. Ji."