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Cheng Linhao had always thought that Ji Jingshen was just an unknown junior captain, but now that he was told that Ji Jingshen was the president of the Ji Group, his fragile self-esteem was hurt, and he vowed to find out Ji Jingshen's dirty secrets.

Ji Jingshen didn't take the matter to heart, and as soon as he turned around, other people came over to chat with him.

Tonight's business dinner was just a chance to get acquainted with the business community, and by the time we finished, it was almost over.

Even though no one forced him to drink, he still drank quite a bit and was already slightly tipsy when the party ended.

Shen Chen dropped him off at his doorstep and left, leaving Ji Jingshen alone in the darkness.

He was stunned for a moment.

These past few days, when I return home, there's always one light on.

Not only are there no lights today, but the air is also much colder.

Press the switch on the wall, and the whole living room lights up.

In addition to the bright light, everything that Song Qianyi brought was also on full display.

The lively little ornaments and brightly colored dolls add a touch of warmth to the cool-toned living room.

She hasn't come home this late, could she have encountered danger?

Ji Jingshen took out his phone, instinctively wanting to dial Song Qianyi's number, but realizing this wasn't his usual style, he stopped and instead dialed Shen Chen's number: "Find out what Song Qianyi is doing?"

Shen Chen: ?

Within three minutes, Shen Chen replied that Song Qianyi was drinking at a tavern.

The main idea is to do something even if you don't understand it.

Knowing that Song Qianyi was not in danger, Ji Jingshen felt much relieved and turned to go upstairs.

Tavern.

Wenya pushed a glass of mixed drinks in front of Song Qianyi, teasing with a smile, "Haven't been here for a while, busy having sweet time with your husband, huh?"

Song Qianyi smiled wryly: "It's not sweet at all."

"Looks like being handsome isn't all that great after all!" Wenya pulled out a chair and sat down, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at Song Qianyi with interest.

Song Qianyi had been there all afternoon, but hadn't ordered many drinks. She was already slightly tipsy, her rosy cheeks flushed, and her eyes were hazy with a hint of mockery: "It's all because I'm handsome."

She took Wenya's hand and began to recount the misunderstanding between the two of them, then spoke passionately about Ji Jingshen's true identity, with each twist and turn leaving Wenya speechless.

"What? Someone kidnapped you?"

"What? That woman tampered with the recording to sow discord?"

"What? Your husband is the CEO of the Ji Group?"

"What? A homeless man suddenly appeared when your sister was about to lock you in the dark room?"

Wenya provided ample emotional value, and Song Qianyi became increasingly excited as she spoke.

After recounting her impressive display of skills against Song Qianyu at home today, Song Qianyi calmed down a bit: "The scariest thing is that the homeless man wasn't someone Song Qianyu found."

“There’s someone else who wants to harm you.” Wenya’s mind worked quickly, and she immediately grasped the key point.

She dropped her playful smile and became serious.

The enemy is in the shadows, while we are in the open; the current situation is very unfavorable for us.

An enemy lurking in the shadows is like a venomous snake lying in wait in the dark, ready to strike suddenly from any unknown place.

"We need to think of a way to force them out."

Song Qianyi nodded, agreeing with Wenya's idea: "Only by knowing who the enemy is can we take the next step."

She was very curious about who wanted to kill him.

Could it be that the original owner offended other people?

The two exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Let's turn the tables on them."

Song Qianyi nodded emphatically.

Given Song Qianyu's personality, she must be resentful about being targeted like this today, and might be thinking of some wicked tricks to get back at her.

Meanwhile, the person in the shadows also wanted to take advantage of the situation to make a move against her, stirring up trouble and taking advantage of the chaos.

Therefore, Song Qianyi planned to deliberately reveal a flaw, turn the tables on the enemy, and lure them out of their hole.

“However, your safety should still be the top priority.” Wenya patted Song Qianyi’s hand, turned and left. When she came back, she was holding a business card in one hand and her phone in the other. At the same time, Song Qianyi’s phone received a message.

She handed the business card to Song Qianyi: "This is a bodyguard company, and their business capabilities are quite good."

He tapped his phone again: "The address has been sent to your phone."

Song Qianyi glanced at her phone and agreed.

Previously, because she was going to a neighboring city and felt that Song Qianyu and Tang Wanwan wouldn't make a move again, she dismissed the two bodyguards. Now that Wenya had recommended them to her, it saved her the trouble of finding new ones.

"This bodyguard company is quite capable and trustworthy." Wenya narrowed her eyes and patted the table meaningfully: "Most importantly, they do have requirements regarding appearance."

The two exchanged a glance and understood the lust in each other's eyes.

When Song Qianyi received the message from Shen Chen asking about her whereabouts, she knew it was Ji Jingshen who was inquiring. She wanted to get up and leave, but Wenya pressed her hand down: "Tell him to wait a while."

Only by striking a balance between tension and relaxation can you capture a man's heart.

Song Qianyi sat with Wenya for a while longer, and when it was almost time, Wenya let her leave.

Spring River Garden.

A soft light is on at the entrance to the living room, so that people won't be completely in the dark when they come home.

Song Qianyi glanced around the living room and, seeing no one on the sofa, felt a little disappointed. She then lowered her head to change her shoes.

Hearing soft footsteps on the stairs, I put on my slippers and looked up to see Ji Jingshen standing there with a water glass in his hand.

The light fell on his deep-set brows and eyes, his dark pupils revealing an unreadable emotion: "You're back?"

"Mmm." Song Qianyi responded softly, walking in with light steps, a secret anticipation rising in her heart: "Were you waiting for me?"

Ji Jingshen turned his face away, swirling the water glass in his hand, a playful smile on his lips: "You're overthinking it. I'm thirsty. Get some water."

The smile that had just appeared on her lips faded, and Song Qianyi gave a soft reply.

She stopped in front of Ji Jingshen and looked up at him.

Her eyes, misty with the scent of alcohol, were captivating when she looked at people.

Ji Jingshen frowned upon smelling the alcohol on the other person: "Have you been drinking?"

Song Qianyi held out her hand and made a gesture that wasn't very friendly to Korean men: "I only drank a little bit."

She stepped onto the stairs, looked up at Ji Jingshen, and asked, "Are you really not waiting for me?"

Burned by her probing gaze, Ji Jingshen took a step to the side and walked straight to the water bar: "You're overthinking it."

The sound of water flowing into the glass was exceptionally clear.

He filled the glass with water, turned around, took a sip, and waved the glass at Song Qianyi: "I'm really thirsty."

Her movements were fluid and graceful, highlighting Song Qianyi's unrequited love.

Song Qianyi wanted to go upstairs.

"Wait a moment."

Hearing Ji Jingshen's plea to stay, she couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

Turning around, she deliberately asked with a cold expression, "What's wrong?"

"How's the apartment search going?"

Song Qianyi suddenly smiled.

Her hands, which were resting on the railing, tightened and curled up.

After a long silence, she said, "I understand, I'm already looking for it."

After saying that, he turned and went upstairs, closed the door, and left the room quiet.

Her answer was straightforward, which made Ji Jingshen a little flustered. He wanted to call out to Song Qianyi, but he didn't know what to say.

The sound of the door closing was neither too loud nor too soft, as if it were locking away Ji Jingshen's heart.

He put down his water glass, walked to Song Qianyi's door, and lowered his raised hand.

Forget it, I don't know what to say if I call her out.