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Looking at Ji Jingshen again, apart from his earlobes being a little red, his clothes looked serene and elegant.

Song Qianyi gritted her teeth: "Ji Jingshen, are you impotent?"

Ji Jingshen's gaze fell on Song Qianyi, and he spoke with a chilling murderous intent: "Don't you know whether I'm capable or not?"

After saying that, he grabbed Song Qianyi's arm.

Just as Song Qianyi was about to fall into Ji Jingshen's arms, she felt herself being pulled away.

By the time she realized what was happening, she was already standing outside the door, facing Ji Jingshen's tightly closed door.

Song Qianyi looked down at her own figure.

While not quite the best, Ji Jingshen certainly had substance, remaining completely composed.

Real man!

Thinking of Ji Jingshen's reddened earlobes, she chuckled and left.

One day, she will get Ji Jingshen to take the initiative to pull her into the room.

The next day, Song Qianyi got up and went downstairs. Ji Jingshen was already sitting in the downstairs restaurant eating. Hearing footsteps, he didn't even look up: "After you've packed up, you can go back to your own home."

Song Qianyi raised an eyebrow.

They're getting more and more skilled at chasing people away.

Could it be because I teased him too much last night?

Ji Jingshen received no response, so he turned to look at her and asked, "Could it be that the landlord of our current place is suddenly going to take back the house?"

This revealed the excuses she had used to stay.

Song Qianyi sat down calmly, showing no embarrassment at being exposed: "If there really are bad people..."

“I’ve arranged bodyguards who will protect you secretly. With your own bodyguards on top of that, there shouldn’t be any problems,” Ji Jingshen said.

They even thought of this level.

Song Qianyi suddenly smiled.

"Don't worry, I won't stay at your house."

She had no appetite at all, picked up her bag, and got up to leave.

As expected, when she went outside, she saw several bodyguards following her at a distance.

Her own bodyguards were standing by the car.

All of these were done by Ji Jingshen.

Song Qianyi turned around, pointed to Ji Jingshen's door, and remained silent for a long time before turning around and getting into the car.

It's the weekend, and the company is closed. Song Qianyi didn't know where to go, so she simply turned around and headed straight for the elegant tavern.

Wenya must have just fallen asleep not long ago, because when she came to open the door, her hair was a complete mess.

Seeing that it was Song Qianyi, she yawned and walked towards the bed: "I just closed the shop and you came over. You play by yourself, I'll take a nap and then keep you company."

"You can sleep, I'll just sit down somewhere." Song Qianyi didn't stand on ceremony at all, found a place to sit down, and opened the food delivery app.

I left in high spirits, but my stomach had been protesting for a while because I hadn't eaten breakfast.

Fortunately, Song Qianyi's colleagues at the company didn't keep her too bored. When problems arose on the project, she worked overtime and resolved them in half a day.

I rubbed my aching neck and looked outside; it was already getting dark.

Wenya woke up rubbing her sleepy eyes, toothbrush in her mouth, and mumbled, "Wait, I'll take you to a fun place."

Song Qianyi pressed for details about where they were going, but Wenya kept her in suspense, leaving everyone wanting more.

After arguing for a while, Wenya asked seriously, "Did he upset you again?"

He had no one else but Ji Jingshen.

Song Qianyi looked uneasy: "How did you know?"

"It's written all over your face." Wenya leaned closer to the mirror to put on makeup, looking at Song Qianyi through the mirror: "I was too sleepy this morning, I really didn't feel like asking."

Song Qianyi did not respond, but lowered her head and tapped her phone screen aimlessly.

After finishing her makeup, Wenya put her arm around Song Qianyi's shoulder and patted her. "There are countless men you can't have, so don't get hung up on this one. Have fun tonight and forget about that man for now."

Then, Wenya took Song Qianyi, looking radiant, to a nightclub.

Stepping inside, you're immediately enveloped in an atmosphere of extravagance and debauchery, filled with constant laughter and chatter.

Wenya followed the waiter to the private room with ease, sat down, and pointed with her slender finger: "I heard you have a few fresh male college students here. Have them come over so my sister can have a good selection."

Song Qianyi waved her hand: "No."

It wasn't that she was shy; it was mainly that she still had a sense of morality.

She's still married to Ji Jingshen, so it's not appropriate for her to hire male models.

"What's there to be afraid of? He won't know anyway." Wenya patted Song Qianyi's shoulder, ignoring her refusal, and let the person in.

"No, if Ji Jingshen finds out, this marriage is definitely over."

Song Qianyi got up to leave.

"Even if he doesn't know, you're not far from divorce," Wenya said, hitting the nail on the head. "After being together for so long, has your relationship improved?"

"Things have calmed down, I suppose..."

Song Qianyi lacked confidence in her speech.

Wenya patted her on the shoulder: "Enjoy life while you can. It's just a glass of wine, no big deal."

As they were talking, the waiter brought people in.

Men over 185cm tall, some are pure, some are sunny, some are quiet, each with their own unique style, but they all have the same advantage: they are handsome!

Looking at their youthful faces and innocent eyes, Song Qianyi could only picture Ji Jingshen's cold gaze.

The composure that comes from weathering many storms is something these greenhorns lack.

"Choose one," Wenya said, pushing her forward.

Song Qianyi shook her head: "There's none I like."

Seeing her like this, Wenya didn't insist and ordered two of her favorite dishes to keep.

The man was outgoing and eloquent, and the atmosphere in the private room quickly became lively.

Song Qianyi was sitting on the sofa when she suddenly noticed a flash of light in her peripheral vision. She turned her head to look outside the door but did not find anything unusual.

She assumed it was just a reflection of the private room's light and didn't pay it any mind.

Outside the private room, Jiang Minghao put away his phone and met the smiling eyes of the waiter: "Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"It's okay, I just went into the wrong room."

Jiang Minghao walked outside, looking at the photos he had taken with satisfaction.

A dimly lit private room, and a fresh, juicy male college student.

Although Song Qianyi was only shown from behind and there was no one sitting next to her, no man wouldn't be angry to see his woman in such an environment.

Men of Ji Jingshen's stature and status would be even more likely to get angry.

He printed out the photo and sent it to Ji Jingshen.

The CEO's office at the Ji Corporation.

The photo was placed beside Ji Jingshen, whose gaze fell on his phone screen, where a message from his bodyguard read: "Mr. Ji, Miss Song went into a nightclub, and we were unable to follow her in."

Bravo.

Song Qianyi, you did a great job.

Therefore, her nature has not changed; everything she said and did before was a lie.

Ji Jingshen chuckled softly as he turned off his phone, a chill running through his eyes.

"Shen Chen," he called out.

When Shen Chen entered, he coldly ordered, "Prepare the divorce agreement and contact Song Qianyi."

There wasn't even a polite way of addressing them anymore.

Shen Chen was unaware of the story behind it all, and feeling bewildered and afraid to resist, he could only do as instructed.

He had been holding the divorce agreement all along, thinking he wouldn't need it, but unexpectedly, it still ended up being delivered to Song Qianyi.

He sighed softly and resignedly called Song Qianyi.

At that moment, Song Qianyi had just received a call from Song Hongguo and left the nightclub. On her way back to the Song family home, she heard Shen Chen's words and abruptly slammed on the brakes, stopping on the side of the road: "What did you say?"

"President Ji asked me to discuss divorce matters with you."

Shen Chen repeated.