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Song Qianyi twitched the corners of her mouth, wanting to ask Ji Jingshen about Lin Shan.

The words were on the tip of her tongue, but she felt the atmosphere was too casual for such a topic, so she abruptly changed the subject: "I'm going to take a shower."

She came out after washing up, and Ji Jingshen was sitting to the side reading a book. His gaze fell on her for a moment, then quickly looked away.

Song Qianyi looked down at her Crayon Shin-chan pajamas and fell silent.

I shouldn't be wearing these pajamas today.

While Ji Jingshen was taking a shower, Song Qianyi searched her room but couldn't find another blanket.

She stood by the bed, looked at the neatly made bedding, and scratched her head.

What to do if there's only one quilt?

She clearly remembered that there was another quilt in the room. Could it be that someone deliberately took it out?

Ji Jingshen came out and saw her standing by the bed. He asked, "What's wrong?"

"There's only one quilt," Song Qianyi whispered.

Ji Jingshen glanced at it, chuckled, and turned to leave. He stopped at the door, then, as if remembering something, turned back and said, "That's fine!"

This time, it was Song Qianyi's turn to feel embarrassed.

Ji Jingshen didn't give her time to be coy. Before answering the phone, he said to Song Qianyi, "You should rest first."

After saying that, he went to the balcony to answer the phone.

Song Qianyi stood at the door and listened for a while. Some professional terms came through intermittently. Ji Jingshen's voice was cold and serious. He must be dealing with the work that had been delayed during the day.

She stood at the door for a while, and judging from his posture, she figured he wouldn't be able to finish in a short time. She was also a little sleepy, so she went back to bed and lay down.

To avoid being ridiculed in front of Song Qianyu at today's family dinner, she got up early to dress up. Now she was a little sleepy, lying in bed. After looking at her phone for a while, she closed her eyes.

In her dazed state, she felt the mattress next to her sag.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Ji Jingshen lying next to her.

"Finished with work?" Song Qianyi asked, half-asleep, her voice soft and sweet, like a hook in the quiet atmosphere.

"Mmm." Ji Jingshen lay flat on the bed and gave a brief response.

The two had shared a bed before, but this was the first time they had shared a blanket.

He felt half of his body was stiff, and his nostrils were filled with the pleasant scent of Song Qianyi's shower gel.

That's really strange.

He wanted to turn things around.

An arm lay across his waist, and a warm body leaned closer.

"Song Qianyi," Ji Jingshen called out in a hoarse voice.

“I’m here,” Song Qianyi replied.

Ji Jingshen smiled helplessly: "Friendly reminder, we are currently in a relationship where we are preparing for divorce. What you are doing is overstepping your bounds."

"We're preparing for a divorce, not already divorced. It's not too late to clarify our relationship after the divorce." Although Song Qianyi was confused, she spoke clearly, and even tried to touch Ji Jingshen's abs.

Ji Jingshen anticipated her move, grabbed her hand that was about to cause trouble, and squeezed out three words through gritted teeth: "Behave yourself."

"We won't have many more nights to sleep together in the future, so let's cherish every night we can."

Song Qianyi didn't struggle. She grabbed Ji Jingshen's hand and snuggled closer to him.

Ji Jingshen dared not make any more moves.

I don't know how much time passed before I heard steady breathing from inside my arms.

He tried to push Song Qianyi away.

Just a second after I pushed it away, it was as if it had a tracking radar installed, and it stuck back to me.

Ji Jingshen was wide awake and carefully observed Song Qianyi's sleeping face under the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp.

Her clean, radiant skin resembled a peeled egg.

His sleeping eyes were peaceful and gentle, revealing a childlike innocence.

It is completely different from the appearance that was meticulously depicted during the day.

From the moment he saw Song Qianyi, he knew she had dressed up specially for the day.

Upon returning to the Song family home, it goes without saying who he would see.

His fingertips gently touched her eyebrows and eyes, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his deep eyes.

Not only that, but today at the dinner table, when she picked up food, it was clearly an act for Cheng Linhao to see.

Thinking of Cheng Linhao's absent-minded look, Ji Jingshen pursed his lips.

Clearly, Song Qianyi succeeded.

but……

Song Qianyi's words kept replaying in his mind.

And there's Song Hongguo's words.

"A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation; we cannot use the old perspective to view current problems."

"People are going to change."

So?

Ji Jingshen pinched Song Qianyi's cheek.

Where have you changed?

Will she stop revolving around Cheng Linhao, or will she become more shrewd and use more sophisticated methods to attract other men?

He struggled with this until midnight, finally falling asleep close to one o'clock.

Song Qianyi was unaware of all this. She slept soundly through the night and opened her eyes to see Ji Jingshen's sleeping face. In a good mood, she took advantage of his sleeplessness and rubbed his chest muscles.

Extremely scoundrel.

She got out of bed humming a little tune, unaware that the man in bed opened his eyes after she got up.

The sun was shining brightly today. Song Qianyi was strolling around the house with a cup of tea in her hand. She noticed that the flowers in the garden looked particularly beautiful in the morning sunlight, so she went closer to take a look.

She saw Cheng Linhao as soon as she entered the garden.

It's really bad luck to run into someone you don't want to see first thing in the morning.

Song Qianyi glanced behind Cheng Linhao.

Not seeing Song Qianyu reduced the bad luck by half.

She didn't feel she had anything to say to Cheng Linhao and turned to leave.

"Song Qianyi".

Cheng Linhao shouted.

Song Qianyi kept walking.

Cheng Linhao shouted again and caught up, blocking Song Qianyi's path.

Song Qianyi resisted the urge to splash tea on Cheng Linhao's face: "What are you doing?"

"I just feel like you're different from before."

“I’m your father, and I’m different now than before.” Song Qianyi frowned: “Get out of the way, don’t block my way.”

Cheng Linhao remained motionless, making no attempt to hide the scrutiny in his eyes: "You've changed very quickly."

"What's going on?"

“Song Qianyi, there’s a limit to acting. Going too far will only make me dislike you more,” Cheng Linhao said.

Song Qianyi covered her mouth and laughed.

What do you think I'm acting out?

Her clear eyes were limpid: "You think I still have feelings for you, so I'm pretending to be indifferent to get your attention?"

"Isn't it?"

Song Qianyi laughed even harder, "Take a mirror home with you when you leave today."

Cheng Linhao understood what Song Qianyi meant, and took a deep breath to compose himself: "Song Qianyi, if you want to attract my attention, then let me tell you, you have successfully attracted my attention. But in my heart there is only Qianyu, and no matter what you do, it will be useless."

"Come on, what's extra on your chromosomes? How can you be so confident?"

Song Qianyi rubbed her forehead and gave a helpless bitter smile. "Cheng Linhao, I was blind before, chasing after you relentlessly. Now that I can see again, I know who my true love is. Everything I did wasn't to attract your attention, but to draw a clear line."

As she spoke, Song Qianyi took a step back and drew a line on the ground: "Do you understand?"

Seeing that Cheng Linhao didn't speak, she didn't want to waste any more words.

People's preconceived notions will not change because of a few words from others.

Cheng Linhao held onto his original prejudices from the bottom of his heart, and no amount of persuasion from her would change anything.