At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

Xu Hui's eyes reddened, and he said, thinking himself deeply affectionate, "I still love you. You're all I see and think about. How can love be considered a crime..."

The next moment, the door slammed shut, and Feng Jiashu stormed in.

When He Qiaoyun saw him, it was as if she had seen a savior. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out to him, "Save me!"

Feng Jiashu walked over, grabbed Xu Hui by the back of his collar, and punched him hard in the face.

Xu Hui was overweight but actually had little strength, and was easily knocked to the ground by Feng Jiashu.

Feng Jiashu turned his head and saw He Qiaoyun's disheveled clothes. He subconsciously looked away and asked, "Are you alright?"

He Qiaoyun quickly got up, said, "I'm fine," and slipped into the bedroom.

Before she could recover from the shock, Xu Hui roared from outside the door, "What business is it of yours if I'm being intimate with my wife! You're trespassing!"

Feng Jiashu said coldly, "You are already divorced, and your current behavior constitutes a crime! Besides, I am her boyfriend now, not someone who trespasses on her property."

Xu Hui raised his fist to smash it at Feng Jiashu, but he didn't hurt Feng Jiashu at all before being knocked to the ground.

Feng Jiashu looked down at him, his eyes full of contempt and disgust. "Get lost."

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle. Xu Hui scrambled to his feet, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, but he dared not make another move. All he could do was threaten, "You just wait!"

After saying that, he didn't forget the pile of ingredients. He hurriedly picked up a bag of things and said angrily to Feng Jiashu, "This is what I brought!"

Feng Jiashu watched Xu Hui's dejected figure and slowly loosened his clenched fist.

He calmed himself down, gently knocked on the bedroom door, and said, "He's gone."

He Qiaoyun opened the door, having changed her clothes; she had changed her skirt into trousers.

"I'm so sorry, I made you laugh at me..." Her tone was full of apology.

Feng Jiashu looked at her and said, "You can't stay here anymore."

He Qiaoyun forced a smile, "Actually, the landlord isn't renewing the lease here, so I'm looking for a place, but I haven't found a suitable one yet..."

Feng Jiashu said, "You're looking for a place to live? I have some spare rooms at my place, why don't you come stay with me?"

He Qiaoyun quickly waved her hand, "No, no, that's not appropriate..."

Feng Jiashu reasoned with her, appealing to her emotions: "Although your ex-husband is gone now, he will definitely come back. It's not safe for you to live here. Since we're pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend now, it's normal for us to live together. With me here, he won't dare to do anything to you. Of course, you won't be staying for free. You'll have to pay me rent. Once you find a place to live, you can move out anytime. How about that?"

His words touched He Qiaoyun.

This house is definitely uninhabitable. Xu Hui has suffered a loss and will surely come back for revenge.

Also, she'll be extremely busy lately and won't have time to look for a place to live...

"Wouldn't that be too much of a bother?" she politely declined.

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "No, Tian Tian likes you very much. She will be very happy if you move in."

He Qiaoyun suddenly remembered meeting Tian Tian at Weile City this afternoon, as well as the nanny who was dressed too flamboyantly.

Seeing that she seemed a little distracted, Feng Jiashu asked, "Let's move now. Do you need me to help you pack?"

He Qiaoyun snapped out of her daze upon hearing the voice and said, "No need, I've almost finished collecting them. You can sit here and wait for me for a while."

Feng Jiashu nodded and sat down on the sofa to wait for her.

He Qiaoyun went back to her bedroom, put the pillows and blankets into a bag, and then dragged two suitcases out of the room. "That's about it."

Feng Jiashu took the suitcase from her hand. "I'll help you."

He Qiaoyun did not refuse. She picked up a bag, put the house key on the table, took a picture, and sent it to the landlord.

After doing all that, the two went downstairs.

He Qiaoyun thought that she had originally planned to invite Feng Jiashu to dinner today, but now she couldn't have dinner and had even made a fool of herself in front of him. It was really embarrassing.

Feng Jiashu opened the trunk, put her luggage in, and then opened the passenger door. "Get in."

He Qiaoyun got into the car and said, "Sorry, I didn't get to eat..."

Feng Jiashu started the car, smiled and said, "We'll be living together, so it'll be easy to arrange meals together in the future."

Hearing this, He Qiaoyun felt a little embarrassed. "Hmm, that's true..."

The car wasn't air-conditioned, but the summer night breeze was refreshing. He Qiaoyun leaned against the window, gazing at the dazzling city lights.

Feng Jiashu glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, and a feeling of happiness welled up in his heart.

He Qiaoyun's eyelids grew heavy, her head tilted to the side, and she fell asleep against the car frame.

The car slowly stopped at the red light. Feng Jiashu reached out and gently helped her head back into the seat.

He Qiaoyun opened her eyes groggily and stared blankly at Feng Jiashu.

Feng Jiashu immediately withdrew his hand, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He cleared his throat and said, "It was dangerous for you to be leaning against the car door, so I just held on."

He Qiaoyun's mind cleared up considerably. "Thank you."

A horn sounded behind him, the light turned green, and Feng Jiashu started the car and drove through the intersection.

A short while later, the car slowly drove into Velo City and headed towards the villa complex by the lake.

Driving around the lake, the light show along the lake at night was beautiful, and He Qiaoyun was mesmerized.

A short while later, the car slowly came to a stop in an open space in front of a detached villa.

This villa is the most prestigious building in the area, featuring a Chinese-style facade, front and back gardens and lawns, and covering an area of ​​over a thousand square meters.

Feng Jiashu opened the car door. "I'm home."

He Qiaoyun stared blankly at the palace-like building as she got out of the car.

"Is this your home?"

Feng Jiashu opened the trunk and took out her luggage. "Yes."

He Qiaoyun looked at him in shock, "Your company offers such good salaries and benefits? You can actually afford a villa!"

Fearing that she might feel pressured, Feng Jiashu smiled and said, "The pay is alright. As you said, being part of a good company is useless; it all comes down to personal ability. Let's go."

He Qiaoyun lifted her foot and walked up the steps. She counted the steps; there were eleven in total. She was very particular about not stepping on two steps at a time.

As she stepped onto a platform, the fountain lights around her came on, and the rushing water seemed to welcome her arrival.

He Qiaoyun looked at the man beside her and subconsciously asked, "Your house is so nice, the rent must be expensive..."

Feng Jiashu smiled faintly, "You don't need to feel pressured. My house has many rooms, and they're empty even if no one lives there. I still have to hire a housekeeper to take care of them regularly. Just pay the market price."

"Thank you very much."

"polite."

The two walked across the ten-meter-long fountain pool when the door suddenly opened, and Ding Ruolian, wearing a floral dress, came out with a beaming smile, "Sir...you're back."