I have ten trillion licking dog gold

"Really not going to come and sit for a while?"

In the elevator.

Jiang Chen carried two takeout portions of spicy hot pot.

Ji Ruyan shook her head, "It's too late, I won't bother you. If that's Mr. Jiang's house..."

Jiang Chen coughed lightly and stood up straighter. This was an elevator, not a hot pot restaurant, and there were conspicuous security cameras hanging behind him.

There might be eyes watching their behavior from the security room.

"Sister Ji is really good at joking."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ruyan immediately gave her a resentful look. With surveillance cameras, she couldn't make any physical advances, but exchanging glances was still possible.

"Mr. Jiang, did you feel uncomfortable when you touched me just now?"

Jiang Chen remained calm and composed, exuding righteousness.

If you want to add a crime, why don't you have any trouble?
Was he trying to take advantage of me?

Obviously not.

It was simply to stop the other party from harassing me; it was textbook-level self-defense.

Even if Zhou Shao's stepmother wanted to avenge her husband and stepson and frame him, he was not afraid.

"Would Mr. Jiang like to come to my house for a visit?"

Ji Ruyan then extended an invitation, filling the bright elevator with a strong sense of ambiguity.

Jiang Chen sighed and gave the same reply, "It's too late."

"It's alright. Yufei and the others probably don't know that Mr. Jiang is back yet, right? They just said they were delayed a little on the way."

Ji Ruyan offered a suggestion, then lowered her voice.

"Mr. Jiang's stay shouldn't be long, right?"

Ha ha.

interesting.

Wu Yufei had joked about the same issue not long ago.

Boss Jiang is no longer the innocent young man he was when he first entered society. He is not afraid of Wu Yufei, and naturally, he is not afraid of this beautiful young woman who exudes femininity.

"It should take longer than Chen Tai's time."

"Hehehe...Really? Mr. Jiang isn't bragging, is he?"

Ji Ruyan felt embarrassed but not humiliated. On the contrary, her eyes were watery, as if she had entered spring ahead of time.

"How about... we let Ruyan verify it?"

Tolerable or unbearable.

As a real man, how should I respond when a woman sends out signals repeatedly?

I'm definitely going to fuck her!
So what if she's a married woman?
The woman's husband is about to face severe legal punishment, which is common knowledge, so she has no worries about being caught cheating.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opens.

Three seconds later, it will close again.

No one came out.

The elevator continued to ascend.

Looking at the man who was half a step ahead, carrying two servings of spicy hot pot and standing motionless, Ji Ruyan, who seemed to have succeeded, was actually caught off guard by this outcome. Her heart pounded faster, she bit her lip, and couldn't help but swallow.

"Ding--"

Just one floor away, the door opened again.

Jiang Chen was the first to step out of the elevator.

Lost in thought, Ji Ruyan followed them out, her steps slightly unsteady in her high heels.

It seems.

It's not that they're completely without a sense of shame.

Even if it's just a name without substance, at least the divorce proceedings haven't been completed yet.

The beautiful young woman who had been so eloquent suddenly fell silent for some reason. She walked in front of Jiang Chen and opened the door. Her movements were clearly suggestive, and even her voice became hesitant and stuttering after the door opened.

"Come in."

It seems Wu Yufei's observation was correct; she probably rarely, or never, brought men back.

of course.

Limited to before tonight.

It takes a certain amount of courage and boldness to cuckold a man like Chen Tai.

In contrast, Mr. Jiang remained as composed as ever, his calmness was outrageous. He placed the two portions of spicy hot pot he had ordered to be packed downstairs on the shelf by the door and put on the shoe covers that the other party handed him.

The service wasn't professional enough.

But you can't really treat them like technicians.

"boom."

Ji Ruyan closed the door. Perhaps it had been too long since she had brought a man home. As soon as she entered the house, her cheeks began to burn. She unconsciously smoothed her hair, took off her high heels, revealing her bare feet. Her aura seemed to change. Her gaze, which had been initially attracted, turned evasive.

"Sit anywhere."

The layouts are similar, but the decorating styles differ. The main color is off-white, accented with rose gold, featuring an arched floor lamp, an artistic coffee table, a velvet sofa, and abstract paintings on the walls that reflect the homeowner's unique taste.

Boss Jiang is really something. He came in without saying a word, but with a simple gesture, he perfectly conveyed his thoughts.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time.

Upon witnessing this scene, Ji Ruyan's cheeks burned even hotter, and her neck seemed to glow with a rosy hue.

Thirty is like a wolf.

Forty is like a tiger.

The feeling of living a life of widowhood is comparable to the most severe form of torture.

"I...I'm going to take a shower."

She bit her lower lip, turned around, and went into the bedroom, leaving the imposing and stoic Boss Jiang standing silently in the living room, like a human sculpture.

in the bathroom.

To save time, Ji Ruyan didn't even use the bathtub. Standing under the shower, she tilted her head back and let the warm, powerful water flow wash over her naked body, her pearly white teeth unable to stop her from biting her full lips.

"Color embryo!"

She stomped her foot, seemingly both shy and angry, then shook her head, her hair flying wildly, water droplets scattering everywhere.

Under the bright light, her abdomen was completely free of any excess fat, and her legs, free of stockings, were firm and elastic, with skin as smooth as milk. This figure would make many girls in their twenties feel ashamed.

You can doubt the character of someone like Chen Tai, but you can't doubt his judgment.

Despite her cursing, her body language betrayed her. Ji Ruyan didn't dare to delay and quickly washed her skin. Bathing, a ritualistic activity for a refined woman, was transformed into a race against time for her.

In just over ten minutes, Ji Ruyan, who could match the speed of men, walked out wrapped in a bathrobe, came to the wardrobe, opened the wardrobe door, looked at the wardrobe full of various pajamas, her cheeks burned, raised her hand, and took out a black strapless bodysuit with a see-through design.

Ok.

It can also be called a sexy style.

It's not just men who keep their promises.

Women can be the same.

Moreover.

She couldn't afford to offend them.

Anyway, I'm not a virgin anymore, so I'll just pretend I was bitten by a wolf.

With indescribable feelings, Ji Ruyan loosened her belt, and her snow-white bathrobe slowly fell to the ground.

A few minutes later, after she had mentally prepared herself, she took a deep breath, walked out of the bedroom, and returned to the living room. The beautiful woman, who was only wearing a black see-through bodysuit nightgown, was stunned.

The living room was completely empty.

It was exactly the same as countless others in the past, as if it were all just an illusion.

"Deng deng deng-"

Looking around, Ji Ruyan slipped on her slippers and walked to the terrace, where people could easily hide. She looked out, but still found nothing.

The burning sensation subsided, she took a deep breath, hurried back to her bedroom, and found her phone.

"The hot pot is getting cold, let's meet another day."

There is a message.

Holding her phone, she slumped onto the bed, her expression shifting, showing no relief but rather a more complex mix of emotions.

Suffering terribly, she suddenly smashed her phone on the bed.

"coward!"

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You really can't guess what a woman is thinking.

Especially the thoughts of married women.

No matter what I do, it seems wrong, and I'll get scolded no matter what.

Out of politeness, someone who had stayed at someone's house took the elevator back downstairs.

Wu Yufei opened the door.

"came back."

Jiang Chen entered the house, carrying a bag of spicy hot pot, and said, "I brought this as a late-night snack for you guys. Eat it while it's hot."

"Spicy hotpot?"

Wu Yufei smiled broadly, "I'll go call Fang Qing."

Jiang Chen nodded, walked to the sofa, placed the spicy hot pot on the coffee table, and didn't even go to the terrace to check on how the married woman upstairs was doing.

Also.

What's there to see?

You were born before I was born, and I was born after you had grown old.

It will only cause more trouble.

"The person was brought out?"

Fang Qing and Wu Yufei walked over.

"Yes. It's been sent up."

Mr. Jiang is an honest man; he speaks the truth. It seems that he only took the person home out of a sense of duty.

"never mind?"

Wu Yufei asked tentatively.

"never mind."

Mr. Jiang said simply.

Wu Yufei was surprised.

Is it that easy?

Even if nothing's wrong, there are still procedures to follow.

"Thank you."

Jiang Chen smiled. "She's already thanked me. Hurry up and eat, it's her treat."

After saying that, Jiang Chen went back to his room to take a shower.

Wu Yufei and Fang Qing sat down.

"The food here is quite good, similar to what we eat in Shacheng. My sister Ji and I have eaten here before."

Wu Yufei opened the hot pot and couldn't help but ask, "Sister Ji, are you really not having any trouble at all?"

"If he says no, then it probably is."

"..."

Ok.

One by one, they all downplayed it so lightly, treating what was clearly a catastrophic disaster as if it were nothing more than a trivial matter.

"Jiang Chen is really formidable now."

Wu Yufei couldn't help but express her feelings in a simple and unpretentious way.

Do you eat braised eggs?

Fang Qing asked.

"If you're not going to eat it, then give it to me."

Wu Yufei caught the braised egg that Fang Qing put on her plate with her bowl, took a bite, and said, "I don't know how I'm going to get along with Sister Ji in the future."

"Didn't you get to know each other better through this experience?" Fang Qing said, eating sweet potato noodles.

Wu Yufei smiled wryly, "I'd rather not know."

"She is a smart person, and having such a friend is definitely more beneficial than harmful."

As she spoke, Fang Qing, after taking a few bites, commented, "The taste is indeed quite good."

"Right? I fell in love with it the first time I tried it."

Wu Yufei picked up a half-moon and put it in her mouth, frowning slightly, but still couldn't help asking, "Sister Ji, did you commit a crime?"

"According to the law, it definitely exists."

Fang Qing answered without the slightest hesitation or delay.

"That……"

Wu Yufei looked troubled and hesitated to speak.

Fang Qing savored the spicy hot pot, thinking, "The world isn't just black and white, but a delicate gray."

Wu Yufei was stunned.

There's nothing wrong with ordinary people saying this; it's just a view of the world, a worldview.

But Fang Qing's profession shouldn't allow her to say such things.

"Aren't you... violating principles by saying such things?"

"I definitely wouldn't tell just anyone."

Wu Yufei was moved, and a slight smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she watched her old classmate immersing himself in the spicy hot pot downstairs from her home.

"So, are we friends now?"

"of course."

Fang Qing responded directly: Comrade Jiang Chen is grateful and repays kindness, and so is she. The other party may seem to have done nothing, but he has done everything.

Wu Yufei felt relieved. Looking at that face that had felt pressure since her teenage years and still felt pressure now, she felt "gratified" but also tasted a bittersweet feeling.

Perhaps Sister Ji added vinegar to her hot pot.

"Are you and Jiang Chen... together?"

She mustered her courage and asked the question.

Sister Ji's hint in the afternoon and Fang Qing's change in attitude towards her all pointed to a certain reality.

"What do you mean by 'being together'?"

"You know."

"I don't understand."

Wu Yufei was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, "It's okay if you don't say, I know. Congratulations!"

"What's there to congratulate me on? It's not like I'm unwanted."

Fang Qing pouted, and her childish gesture made Wu Yufei's eyes widen as if she had discovered a new continent.

This kindred spirit, who had always been a "nightmare" in her heart, turned out to have such a lovely side.

Wu Yufei chuckled, then lowered her voice and whispered, "Does it hurt?"

Fang Qing looked up, "You wouldn't still..."

What is this word?

Wu Yufei was a little angry.

"Why can't you be me? You look down on others, and I look down on them too!"

Fang Qing laughed.

"What's so funny! They're just kicking you when you've served your purpose!"

Wu Yufei strongly condemned it.

"Whether it hurts or not varies from person to person. Everyone's constitution is different."

Princess Qing is still Princess Qing; her answer is scientific, objective, and rigorous.

Ok.

It's not just women's constitutions that are different.

It is also related to a man's physique.

You'll find out for yourself later.

It's quite normal for women to talk about these kinds of topics. As they get older, like when they reach the age of the "beautiful wife upstairs," the topics they discuss are probably even more taboo.

"Does it hurt?"

Fang Qing looked over.

Wu Yufei blinked, her eyes innocent and naive, "Tell me about it."

Fang Qing's gratitude was fully demonstrated at this moment, as she actually responded.

"A little."

"Hey! That guy, he doesn't know how to be gentle with women. He doesn't even know to be gentle."

Wu Yufei immediately stood up for her.

Fang Qing continued slurping her noodles.

"So... after the pain subsided, did you feel much better?"

Fang Qing looked up.

"I heard it from someone else. I don't know if it's true or not."

"You'll know once you try it with a man."

If Boss Jiang hadn't gone to take a shower and had instead been eavesdropping from the corner building, he would have found it quite shocking.

"Fang Qing, you have ulterior motives."

Wu Yufei glared at her.

"I'm just suggesting it; you don't have to accept it."

"No wonder he said you're cunning."

Fang Qing laughed, "He said these things to you too? Aren't you two not very close?"

"Hehe, he was lying to you. Actually, I confessed to him at the last class reunion, and he was so happy."

Wu Yufei returned the favor with a vengeance.

Fang Qing remained unmoved. "Then good luck."

Wu Yufei was stunned, like a fully inflated balloon that had been punctured, and instantly became discouraged.

"Do you look down on me that much?"

Whether I respect you or not is not my business. There are still several gods ahead of me.

"immortal?"

Fang Qing nodded, wiping the grease from the corner of her mouth. "Yeah, the kind of slap that could smash your coffee table to pieces. Are you scared?"

Wu Yufei stared wide-eyed.

"You're flirting with me again."

Fang Qing sighed, "Why would I tease you? Some might even get angry and hire a dozen strong men to tie you up. So keeping his distance from you is actually a way of protecting you."

Qinggege's words are so fair.

"Then why aren't you afraid?"

Wu Yufei couldn't help but question him.

"Because I've known him the longest."

Fang Qing smiled, "They are in the wrong."

If Boss Jiang were sitting here, he would definitely be amazed. Princess Qing seemed detached before, but in reality, she saw through everything perfectly.

Wu Yufei remained silent, gazing at Fang Qing's warm smile, and suddenly felt that perhaps the other party wasn't talking nonsense.

She lowered her head and picked up her chopsticks again.

"To like someone and have to risk your life? Is there no law in this world?"

Wu Yufei muttered to herself.

Fang Qing smiled without saying a word and continued slurping her noodles.

"You can sleep in the same room, I don't mind."

Wu Yufei suddenly said.

Is this a way of transferring resentment towards those gods into support for Fang Qing?
Fang Qing was caught off guard by the homeowner's sudden words.

Don't say we're just friends.

Even when visiting her parents' home, the couple is not allowed to sleep in the same room; that's the rule.

"I mind."

"why?"

Wu Yufei didn't understand and said anxiously, "Since the opponent is so monstrous, you should seize every opportunity."

Fang Qing ignored him and quietly slurped her noodles.

Wu Yufei looked at her anxiously, then suddenly it dawned on her, and she whispered, "Is it because your body hasn't recovered yet?"

Although Princess Qing is a generous person, she is not shameless. She can also feel embarrassed.

She put down her chopsticks.

"I'm stuffed."

Watching her quickly get up and leave, Wu Yufei sighed, then her gaze fell on the spicy hot pot box that the other woman hadn't even bothered to clean up.

Given the other person's character and upbringing, they wouldn't be so rude.

"You still say it doesn't hurt."

She sat alone in the living room, eating spicy hot pot. Midway through, she thought of Sister Ji upstairs. After thinking for a moment, she picked up her phone and called to offer her her condolences.

Ok.

They deserve our condolences.

"Ding--"

When the phone rang, Ji Ruyan was lying sprawled on the bed, her long, wavy hair spreading out from her head like splashed ink. But with her mind in turmoil, she couldn't fall asleep. She was still wearing the sexy see-through nightgown that she had taken out with great determination but which had turned out to be completely useless.

She found the phone by touch.

"Hey."

"Sister Ji, you're back?"

"Yes, Yufei, thank you."

Ji Ruyan was genuinely grateful to the girl downstairs, but the thought of that guy who also lived downstairs made her teeth itch with resentment.

"You're welcome, Sister Ji. I didn't do anything; it's all thanks to Jiang Chen."

"Hmm. Mr. Jiang, you truly have a chivalrous heart."

A married woman is a married woman.

The choice of words is extremely precise and insightful.

Do good deeds without expecting anything in return.

What else is it but chivalry?
"Yufei, will we still be friends?"

"of course."

Separated by a floor, Wu Yufei below spoke with unwavering determination and conviction.

"But I am a criminal..."

"Wasn't Sister Ji released?"

"That's not because..."

"Since Jiang Chen brought Sister Ji out, it means that Sister Ji is fine, she was just implicated by that man."

Ji Ruyan, lying motionless on her back on the bed, smiled blankly, her phone placed to her ear.

“He and I are husband and wife, so there’s no question of us being burdened.”

"The world is not black and white, but a delicate gray."

Wu Yufei quoted Fang Qing, but did not mention Fang Qing herself, who shouldn't have said such things.

"Only those who stand at the top can define good and evil."

Ji Ruyan was stunned, completely unexpected that Wu Yufei, whom she considered rather "naive," would have such a view.

She stared at the ceiling, remained silent for a moment, and then murmured.

"Mr. Jiang, you have caused immense harm." (End of Chapter)