to have a girlfriend.During her ankle recovery, Luo Yu would have people send her fruits and snacks every few days, and he'd constantly text to check up on her.When her ankle was mostly healed and sh...When he got downstairs, Leng Zhujing walked a long distance before getting into Ji Siyan's car.

Ji Siyan said she wanted to drive directly to his building to pick him up, but Leng Zh Jing refused.

Perhaps it was guilt, or maybe something else entirely…

In Leng Zhui's heart, Ji Siyan was someone who should never be seen.

Right there in the car, Leng Zhubing made a phone call to Leng Yeshen in front of Ji Siyan.

"Big brother, I'm going on a business trip for half a month. Yimò wants to go out to work, so I arranged for her to join the design department at your headquarters. She will report to you tomorrow. By the way, during these half months, would it be possible for big brother to take care of Yimò for me" Leng Zhùjing got straight to the point.

He opened his mouth to ask his elder brother to look after Yimo, just like how his elder brother had spoken to him before, asking him to take care of Su Manxue who came to play in Leping City.

"Fine." Leng Ye's voice was cold and indifferent as he agreed.

After chatting for a few more moments, Leng Zhujing hung up the phone with her elder brother, Leng Yecheng.

Ji Siyan glanced at Leng Zhujing, asking with veiled meaning, "Do you think your older brother trusts you"

Cold Noon didn't hesitate to answer, "Of course!"

"That's good!" Ji Siyan only smiled without speaking. Seeing Leng Zhujing fasten his seatbelt, she started the car.

This time, the two of them went on a business trip together, purely for their new company to negotiate business deals.

In their work, they were a formidable duo. In their private lives, they were inseparable lovers.

Then, what was Tong Yimò to him, Leng Zhujing

She's nothing but a wife in name only!

While Ji Siyan was inwardly mocking Tong Yimo, she forgot that Tong Yimo was after all Leng Zhujing's "legal wife," while she herself had become a veritable "third party."

"Ajing, if...if I had come back earlier...would you still marry Yimò" Ji Siyan asked thoughtfully while driving.

Leng Zhujing's expression startled, her brow furrowed slightly. After a long silence, she finally replied softly, "Perhaps not."

He only said, maybe not, without definitively using the two words "won't".

Therefore, it can be seen that Yi Mo has truly entered Ajing's heart.

Ji Siyan felt a pang of pain, but in a flash, she let it go with a relieved smile.

This time, the cooperative project they discussed was in a province outside their own, and the business trip would be quite long. Therefore, she would have plenty of time to spend alone with him.

Why should she bother to care

After a two-hour long drive, Ji Siyan and Leng Zhujing went into the service area to rest. When Leng Zhujing went to the restroom, Ji Siyan bought some snacks and sat at a table in the dining area waiting for him.

She bought them all, things that Ajing used to love to eat.

Upon his return, Leng Zhujing saw the snacks on the table and couldn't help but smile contentedly.

Five years have passed…

Siyan still remembers what he likes to eat.

Cold Daylight's tastes have always remained the same, perhaps he is a man who truly cherishes nostalgia.

"I've already booked a hotel... But... there's only one luxury suite left... Will that work" Ji Siyan forked a steamed bun and gently placed it near Leng Zhujing's mouth, asking softly.

Leng Zhujing bit into the steamed bun fed to him by Ji Siyan without any hesitation, nodding in satisfaction.

Ji Siyan pursed her lips and smiled, her heart filled with joy.

The remaining journey was in Lengzhujing's car.

By the time they checked into their hotel, it was past seven in the evening.

Ling Zhujing ordered food in the hotel and had it delivered to her room. Then, she picked up her pajamas and planned to take a shower first.

Ji Siyan was tidying up the clothes of herself and Leng Zh Jing in the room.

"Zizi——zizi—"

At this moment, the phone in the pocket of Leng Zhujing's trousers vibrated.

Jisiyan put down the work in her hands and walked over to pick up the trousers on the small stool outside the bathroom. She took out her phone.

The caller ID showed ——

With tears...

Ji Siyan's finger trembled, just about to answer the call when the bathroom door opened.

"It's Mo’s phone call..." Ji Siyan was startled, nervously passing her phone to Leng Zhujing who had stretched an arm out from the gap in the bathroom door.

Leng Zhuxiang took the phone from Ji Siyan's hand and swiped to answer.

"Well, I'm here."

"..."

"Good."

"...."

"Even when you're home alone, remember to stay safe."

“...”

"If you run into any trouble, you can come to my big brother."

“...”

If you don't want to find him, you can find Zhao Bin instead.

“……”

"Okay, then. Bye bye, good night."

Ji Siyan stood by the door, only hearing Leng Zhujing's reply, and didn't know what Yimo and Leng Zhujing said on the other end of the phone.

However, from Leng Zhü's replies, one could tell that they were just ordinary pleasantries.

"Si Yan, don't answer my calls randomly in the future." Leng Zhujing passed his phone out from under the bathroom door.

Ji Siyan immediately took the phone, her brows slightly furrowed, and softly replied, "Good."

Just as Leng Zhuxiang was about to close the bathroom door, Ji Siyan suddenly reached out and stopped him.

Lán Zhùjǐng seized the wrist that Jì Sīyán had held up, pulling her whole person into the bathroom. He skillfully encircled her waist and pressed her against the wall, kissing her passionately.

The hot water from the shower washed away the fatigue of the long journey, stretching and indulging into a mist, swirling around them.

The cool daylight faded, taking the clothing from Ji Siyan's body. In this warm mist, it embraced her.

Ji Siyan slowly crouched down, letting the water flow over her hot skin, lingering between her lips and tongue...

With love…

At this moment, Leng Zhujing's mind was filled with the image of Tong Yimo.

All the heat and stickiness, imprisoning people to the point of helplessness.

Tong Yimo was just about to lift the lid of the pot when she accidentally burned her little finger on the edge. The pain made her release her grip, and the lid crashed to the floor with a loud bang.

A nameless dread crept over me...

"Ding dong—ding dong—"

At this time, the doorbell rang.

Tong Yimo had to pick up a rag and use it to lift the pot lid from the ground, then turn off the stove and walk out of the kitchen to the entrance hall. She pressed the intercom button to see who was visiting.

On the screen of the video intercom, a young man in an estate management uniform appeared.

Tong Yimo gently asked, "Hello, who are you looking for"

“Hello, I’m from the property management company. The downstairs resident told me that there is a leak in your kitchen floor and asked me to come up and inform you. Then, I’ll take a look at which specific area is leaking in your kitchen so I can call an electrician to repair it.” the other party said politely.

"Just a moment!" Tong Yimo turned and went to the kitchen. After looking around up and down, she found that the water pipe under the sink was indeed dripping.

Then Tong Yimo returned to the door, opened it, and said apologetically, "Sorry to keep you waiting. The water pipe in my kitchen broke."

"Let me go take a look and see what's going on, then I'll call an electrician to replace it for you." the young man said politely.

Tong Yimo nodded and let the young man into the house.

A young man walked straight into the kitchen and asked, "Which pipe is broken"

"Wash the vegetables in the basin." Tong Yimo replied.

The young man then crouched down and opened the cabinet door under the washbasin.

Just as Tong Yimo's heart relaxed and she reached out to grab the handle of the security door, preparing to close it, a large hand wearing black gloves suddenly reached in from outside the door, startling her. She reacted instinctively, covering her mouth and nose defensively.

"Ugh—ugh—" Tong Yimo struggled, making muffled noises with all her might, placing all her hope on the young man who was crouched beside her, checking the pipes.

However, the young man upon hearing the commotion simply stood up calmly and smirked at Tong Yimo.

Next, a chill ran down Tong Yimo's neck.

The person behind her gently closed the door and restrained Tong Yimo, preventing her from making any sudden moves.

And the young man pretending to check the pipes, wearing a plumber's uniform, took out rubber gloves, a hat, and shoe covers from his pocket. After putting them on, he began rummaging through the house.

After a thorough search of the house, which took him over ten minutes, the young man found nothing but several bottles of high-end perfume that Leng Yeshen had bought for Tong Yimo last time, a wallet containing living expenses given to her by Leng Zhuijing, and her phone.

15411/41883914Wenwei. 。Zheng Wenwei narrowed her brows and complained, "Yunxi, look at you, you're always like this! I told you, there's nothing between me and Yurou." 。To be honest, you're really not as good as Y...